Summer cicadas, They cry in the twilight of A lone humid night
Tag: Cicadas
Crimson Gate (Version 1 and 2)
For today, I have two slightly different versions of the same poem! The first version is a haiku, while the second is a tanka poem. As such, they are of differing length, and phrases/words have been added and rearranged in each poem. However, I wrote both based on the same theme and ideas.
When the Cicadas Cry
Within a broken mind, The shrill cries of cicadas echo Against crumbling ivory bone The cicadas keep crooning, Even in the desolate spaces Where only silence exists Can you hear them?
Introverted Creativity 