Summer cicadas, They cry in the twilight of A lone humid night
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.
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?