suddenly you open,
falling back into what
was ere, senses bare, taut,
returned, stepped through–
like dusk that silences
the sun, rooted in deep
layers of shadowed sleep,
awaiting night–
the point of transfer is
never clear—the threshold
disappears—uncontrolled,
adrift and lost–
each moment lingers too
long—endings shrink, tied fast
to darkness, floating past
what can’t be seen–
hints of color, mirage
of movement just beyond–
all sense of distance gone–
who owns this fate?
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, and Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, an abhanga using synonyms for loose and tight.
K. 
I am in awe of your poetry, Kerfe. This poem really speaks to me. Each stanza plays off of the previous one. Excellent work! ❤
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Thanks Colleen. It went through quite a few revisions, but I’m happy with the result.
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An enigmatic poem Kerfe: many puzzles with no easy answers, much like life!
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Thanks Ingrid. Yes, just like life.
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‘Like dusk that silences the sun’
Great line! And a new form to look into.
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Thanks Jane. Colleen discovered this form, and I like it. I mean to get back to the Badger though as well.
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I looked it up. A form to try out when major distraction is needed.
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Its a good one for focusing.
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It’s on my to do list.
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I really like this–the mystery and connections. The abhanga form works well for this.
Also, I really like the word “unmoored” for some reason.
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Thanks Merril. I seem to remember the form was originally used for devotional poetry. As to unmoored–I think it’s those circles in the middle.
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