Hark! The rhythm
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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You’re asking me The color Of A broken heart? I’d say It’s still red That is Minus The Ebullience, Vibrancy And Ex...
Simple and reverent. I like the balance created by the repetition: breathe/breathes and alive/life.
ReplyDeleteThank you. The fact that you called it reverent made my day.
DeleteLovely little tanka! And for me, this is the kind of revelation that comes upon us suddenly, unexpectedly, almost between breaths. You encapsulated it nicely.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Christine for such encouraging words
DeleteWow ruby! Such an effervescent balance of life and death...
ReplyDeleteThank you Sumana. It is so heartening to hear your encouraging words.
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