It’s not yet fall, but an unhinged, red leaf blows over my feet. The clouds will soon deplete themselves, as the sky rewrites its message. An illusion of a blue roof has long fooled us.
It’s not yet the end, for spring will soon reign, unless intelligence interferes.
retrograde planets
conspire to reverse the flow
of stories deemed true
I redesign illusions
with pain and enlightenment
Creative Experiments and More 
I really love your view on this 💜💜💜
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Thanks again, Willow!
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Your tanka prose is filled with seasonal imagery. It’s very beautiful, Reena.
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Thank you, Colleen!
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You’re welcome, Reena.
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Beautiful tanka prose, Reena! Thank you for participating this week.
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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Thanks, Yvette!
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It’s like you looked into a crystal ball. A magical piece, and superbly written, Reena.
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Thanks a ton, as usual 🙂 Compliments appreciated.
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You’re welcome, Reena.
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A magical Tanks Prose Reena 🙌❤️
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Thanks for the word “Magical” 😀
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Awesome and deep
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Thanks a ton!
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You’re welcome 😉
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Beautiful Tanka, and prose Reena!
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Thank you so much, Carol!
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Wow! I love your perspective on cosmic motion/astrology and your transition to the vicissitudes of the human condition. ~Superb tanka, Reena!
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A million thanks, Suzette!
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