Hope is a Homebound Wave

03•June•2024, A Tanka-a-Day of Hope

Dear Reader,

My spirit lead me today to do something a bit different for this installation: a succession of micro-poems that I feel still bear the at-once meditative and revelatory essence, as well as the elegant brevity of tanka.

My fervent wish that these offerings are seeds of hope that take hold and grow a garden in other’s consciousness, it is ever-present.

But this morning, thoughts of love are pervasive, blossoming madly, twining around my own half-whispered incantations of hopefulness.

I bear a simple wish today. For love to grow wild everywhere. For hope to follow in its wake.

Phynne~Belle

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i am the sea froth, aquamarine.
i am the gentle, ambiguous farewell.
i navigate you toward unknown waters.

you are eye of whirlpool, passion churning.
you are the returning swell, of kismet.
you summon me back to covert harbor.

we could flood the grasping, thirsty shore
and know the sand will be unquenchable.

you and i, ebb and flow in turn
preserve our tenuous balance

sea bound love. tides rise with lunar longing.
a past life dreamed us into two circling fish.
(in the next, la luna enthralled in the deep blue)

Art by Tala Lillie