cranehaven pointed me to a group that works with the modern waka form, relative to the tanka, haiku, etc. Tonight I composed my first poem of this sort.

An owl descending
From above the nocturnal pond:
The waning moon,
Robed in silver mist,
Finds a sleeping fieldmouse.

It seems the waka form may be valuable in developing a personal aesthetic which is both organic and kenotic, and perhaps even mystical. As I explore this form more, I will share my thoughts.

That's all for now.