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
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15 comments:

  1. BlogorattiSeptember 4, 2017 at 5:38 PM

    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. humbirdSeptember 4, 2017 at 7:51 PM

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

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 4, 2017 at 6:05 PM

    I can hear that spkken...

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 4, 2017 at 8:18 PM

    Well captured and expressed

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  4. Pat HattSeptember 5, 2017 at 6:33 AM

    Have to watch those prickly things

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  5. Anthony DuceSeptember 5, 2017 at 11:46 AM

    Like the comparison.
    Enjoyed.

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  6. CedarwindSeptember 5, 2017 at 1:49 PM

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

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  7. Pat RSeptember 5, 2017 at 4:44 PM

    I like these. Nice work.

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  8. ChèvrefeuilleSeptember 6, 2017 at 2:39 PM

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

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