Monday, September 4, 2017

the roots

Despair (image found on Tumblr)



bare to the roots
wrapped in the prickly sly mist -
reminiscence

hanging on a soft swayed hammock
the way the wind blows


Read more at CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, CD Imagination #2, despair

15 comments:

  1. We can become vulnerable at times, our roots exposed by the harsh wind of time. A lovely poem to read, warm greetings.

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    1. Thank you so much! Nice to hear from you again! Greetings!

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  2. I can hear that spkken...

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  3. Well captured and expressed

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  4. Have to watch those prickly things

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  5. A beautiful take on the inner world of this youth...the poem would also stand on its own...Janice (Ontheland)

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  6. Wow ... what a gorgeous tanka, I sense the sadness and despair ... your tanka really touched me.

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