at last! morning light
pulled off the road
danger has no voice
and I'm so
sleepy from the cold
death- its breath
painted in white lace
eternal winter
and I muse
will I be warm?
at last! morning light pulled off the road danger has no voice and I'm so sleepy from the cold death- its breath painted in white lace eternal winter and I muse will I be warm? |
Author's Comments
`Laurence55 explained to me about tanka linked verse. Two tanka with the same theme, and perhaps this is what i have written when i lay these individual pieces end to end. They express the affect the intense, extreme weather of late is having on me.
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Comments
The second piece is deeply visual. it inspires (for me) images of some wandering soul pondering a sense of reprieve from the surreal (and often portrayed as cold) nature of death. Both of these follow the principles of Tanka very well. Nicely done!
Then there's "death-its* breath painted in white lace" How stunning is that visual? I absolutely love it! For me, white lace conjures up images of daintiness and propriety. When compared to the breath of death, it makes me think that death has a dainty cruelty, and I think that's an apt description for how the cold kills at times.
All in all, lovely piece, as usual, and I'm sorry the cold is so rough on you
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The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. --Rorschach, Watchmen
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may Beelzebub's scrotum rest firmly on your chin
...and i'm so very aware of Laurence's impact, indeed. do you think he knows?
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玉
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may Beelzebub's scrotum rest firmly on your chin
You've got it all down perfectly - it leaves me almost speechless, because there's nothing more i need to add. Even if i wanted to, i just don't know what else to say except...
thank you!
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玉
Thank you, Laurence!
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玉
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The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. --Rorschach, Watchmen
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