NaPoWriMo Day 3 – Night Sky

Black ink spreads as blood,

nature’s roofies shroud the roof

of the hemisphere.

The rhythm of active hearts

settles, a pitter

patter of worn souls at ease.

Onyx horizon,

douse the rage, induce the calm

of tranquil rest.


I hate the ending, but I got stuck and I’m sleepy. SO! Critique always welcome. This is a tanka of sorts… took liberties on the second stanza and reversed the beats of each line. I’ll need to revisit the last stanza sometime, but not tonight.


*Insert your thought here*

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