sleepless I
reach deep skyward, wish
ing for wings
to appear–
my hand pauses, empty, catch
ing only moonlight
Colleen chose me to provide this week’s #TankaTuesday image, and I sent one of my artworks, above. I always enjoy reading what others see in what I’ve created. I haven’t done a shadorma in awhile.
I went back to the original post with this image, which was in 2016, to see what I had written (a san san based also on another poem), and used it as a starting point for what I wrote.
K. 
No worries, moonlight is plenty.
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That’s true Manja. More than enough.
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Love it. But then your hand is no longer empty 😉
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It’s not! thanks Bela.
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There is magic in the moon, its light – even when we cannot see it.
Thank you for your art and providing this image.
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Thanks Jules. and thanks for writing a poem for the art!
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As a description of the artwork, that’s just about perfect. Don’t we always wish for wings?
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Always.
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This is gorgeous–wanting wings, reaching for moonlight. Sigh.
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Thanks Merril. As Jane noted, what we all wish for.
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💙
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Kerfe, this shadorma touches on so many feelings and connections. The rainbow always reminds me of the fey. For whatever reason, I feel them through refracted light. Your art is filled with so much magic. Thanks for sharing this beautiful piece with us. ❤
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Thanks Colleen. Always my pleasure.
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Beautiful poetry. 💜
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Thanks Jude.
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I love your artwork! The hand has given another dimension to the piece! Really inspiring!
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Thanks Elizabeth!
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