A Tanka In Autumn


Pox on verbiage
All these dragooned syllables
Listen closely as
The sound of a falling leaf
Declares “nothing to declare”

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feelings.

Posted on November 22, 2018, in Poetry, Tanka and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Nice. Saying it all by saying nothing at all.

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  2. Silence is golden autumn leaves. I really like this, Ben. ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ’›

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  3. Wonderful glimpse of autumn, Ben.

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