consider
the reckless places
hidden in
hearts, shining
like newborn constellations
exploding the dark–
pulled apart
by merciless force,
undefined
gravities–
adrift in the orbits
of recurrent night—
what creates
these seas of hope?–light
ships sailing
on longing–
circumnavigations of
storms searching for ports
A shadorma chain for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday words, grace and style, inspired by Amaya at dVerse, who asked us to think about birth.
I’m definitely a storm searching for a port at the moment, so I’ll be around irregularly for awhile, but I won’t completely disappear.
K. 
Love this shadorma, I’ve never written one. P.s, don’t disappear for too long
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Thanks Jude. You should try it. One of my favorite forms.
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I just might, 🙂
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Hope your light ship finds a port, Kerfe. Sometimes it’s the search that brings one peace. As Emerson said, it’s not about the destination, but about the journey.
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Thanks Olga. Something will happen in the end anyway, although hopefully a destination will be involved.
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Very storm-tossed imagery. And the colours are just right.
Keep looking in. Your work is a joy.
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Thanks Jane. Your support means a lot to me.
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🙂
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Been a storm myself lately, gone awol. Trying to keep up, I pop into WP to see this wonderful offering. Beautiful poetry. 💜
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Thanks Bela. Hope your storms are subsiding.
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I am becoming more accustomed to this particular form of chaos. It will result in us reclaiming oceans of sanity, so all good. 🤙
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It’s beautifully penned. I really loved it<3
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thanks!
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Nice description: “light
ships sailing
on longing”
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thanks Frank
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I have sought light,
found it. More favorable
than the storm, unending
as that seemed, it delivered
hope I’d once forsaken.
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thanks Ken…that’s a good message
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I love the birth of hope you find… and maybe there is a process, much like the stars where it’s born and born again … then we can accept some death of hope as well.
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Thanks Bjorn. I think that’s true. Everything also contains its opposite in some form.
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Interesting! As if the constellations and seas of hope are created AS A RESULT OF the longing and seeking for them. I never believed we could create something just by wishing for it, but your poem does present that theory in a different light. I hope you find your port…
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Thanks Amaya. I think the open heart has room for much more than the closed one.
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I love your vibrantabstract art… !
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Thanks Evelyn. Sometimes it’s the only way to express a feeling.
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Who was it who said hope springs eternal? You’ve deconstructed it. Please don’t go too far for too long, ok? I’ve gotten used to you being around 🙂
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Thanks Jade. I won’t totally disappear, I need the interactions too.
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YAY!
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Every time I read your poetry, I get goosebumps! I must be tuned in to your vibe, Kerfe. This is excellent work. I love the shadorma chain! The last Shadorma really grabbed me. You’re amazing!
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Thanks so much Colleen. I really appreciate all your inspiration and support!
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Excellent poetry, Kerfe. I love the way you see the world. ❤️
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Somehow I missed this one, but it’s stunning: birth of stars, seas of hope, and light ships. And your art is beautiful. I hope you’re able to board one of those light ships and sail into the port you desire.
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I love this Shadorma chain, Kerfe! The explosion of colors complements your poem. Beautiful! 😀
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Thanks Vashti.
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