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?
, above, and Sue Vincent’s photo prompt , an abhanga using synonyms for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday loose and tight.
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Will you reply when called?
What is your name? The sky refuses to say why you hold the tree.
Why have you conscripted
this perch among the dead? Abide with me instead amidst the green.
Have my ghosts entrusted
your wings with messages– voices of presages destined for me?
a silhouette distilled– I seek but am unfilled– inside stripped clean.
above, and Colleen’s Sue Vincent’s photo prompt , where she has introduced the poetic form Abhanga. I like it, but I think I need to experiment more with it to get the rhythm right. Tanka Tuesday
Also linking to
Open Link Weekend. earthweal
As you may know, Crow and I are old friends.
I open my eyes to
solitary mornings– no clear signs or warnings of what comes next.
I can’t travel through time
when days seem to be horizonless—empty, lost in details.
What is important can
never be known until it is gone—and we fill the unseen with
repetition as we
continue—hoping then hiding—wondering when we will move on.
I formulate questions
that have no proper place– the answers hesitate– waiting. Waiting.
poet’s choice. I decided to try a new form from The Poet’s Collective index of Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, Syllabic Poetry Forms. This one is call , an Indian poetic form that has a 6/6/6/4 syllable count with a rhyme on the middle two lines. abhanga
It seems easy, but it was not, at least for me. I also wasn’t sure what I was writing about, but in the end, it seems to summarize 2020 for me. The art was an exercise I saw to do a shadow doll. That also seems appropriate for this strange year.