Grey
Clouds cover the sky
And the sky is so immense
Rain begins to fall
Exposing the piled up mess
A bloom appears, just in time
School
Mahogany stairs
Climbing high into the sky
With paper, pencils
My mother’s soft, steady hand
I begin my first ascent
Golden
A full harvest moon
Sunbeams on quiet water
Wheat fields in August
Holding hands and walking down
The path of life together
Red
The colour of blood
My anger when uncontrolled
Lovely garden rose
My grandmother’s quilt she made
To send me out into life
Love
Naked girl dances
tattoos shine in the moonlight
Her joy abundant
Life is given a freedom
When love steals your heart away
Homeless
Among the forgotten
Between the cardboard boxes
The flowers blossom
Comfort
The tree by the bay
Silhouettes the sapphire sky
Cradles the pigeons
Miss you
The palm tree fronds sway
In the gentle winter wind
Whispering your name
Jungian
Why am I Like this?
These tales a thousand years old
Still alive in me
Christie Iverson is a middle aged woman, retired, spending her time writing Tanka and Haiku. She lives in Bismarck, North Dakota.
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