Tanka by Paradis
Paradis | August 20, 2010
Rain
Rain
taps the window
and asks
may I come in
It’s wet out here.
Paradis
Paradis | August 20, 2010
Rain
Rain
taps the window
and asks
may I come in
It’s wet out here.
Paradis
Paradis | August 20, 2010
Memories
Moleskin books
pages full of memories
the scratching of his pen
can still be heard
twenty years on.
Paradis
Paradis | November 9, 2009
Spiders weaving webs,
their gossamer tapestries
silently shimmer.
Sparkling dewdrops silently
reflecting the moonlight above.
Paradis
Paradis | November 3, 2009
Huddling round a fire
the sound of the crashing waves
on the beach at dusk
the setting sun disappears
in a blanket of darkness.
Paradis