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April 26, 2013
Poetry Friday--Tanka
For today, a tanka. I had been working on another poem that sort of went bust--it just didn't make sense. Sometimes those things happen. Rather than pursue it further, I used the thorns that were supposed to be meaningful in the first poem (and weren't), and put them into this tanka. If nothing else, it's very green!
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Laura Purdie Salas is the host for the last Round-Up of National Poetry Month. Hurry over!
Laura Purdie Salas is the host for the last Round-Up of National Poetry Month. Hurry over!
Green is emerging
ReplyDeletetime to prune and weed
but all I can think of
is the nagging backache.
There's something to be said for a wild garden, Margaret!
ReplyDeleteIt looks like maybe this is the poem that was meant to grow.
ReplyDeleteI think you may be right, Liz. The other one meandered and never ended up going where I had intended it to go.
DeleteThe 'thorns' found their purpose here in this poem. Nice!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bridget!
DeleteI like the green and the reference to blood at the end - which leaves us with a mental splash of red. (Even spring has its pains.)
ReplyDeleteIt sure does, Violet, as all of us who are allergic to tree pollen will attest!
DeleteI like the fact that the entire poem can be allegorical...had you considered that?
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you were able to see it, Matt! It convinces me, yet again, that less is more.
DeleteLike Violet, I found the juxtaposition of the green and the blood arresting.
ReplyDeleteEspecially since the picture is SO GREEN! I manipulated it a little. ;-)
DeleteHi Diane, it's a multi-layered poem - the transformation of meanings can clearly be discerned. And like Tara noted, the colors are visually arresting.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Myra!
ReplyDeleteBlasted thorns!
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteI love this, Diane--that unexpected bloody ending! I sometimes feel like a chop shop for words. I'm forever ripping apart a poem that doesn't work to take out bits and pieces to use somewhere else:>)
ReplyDeleteOooh, I'm glad you kept working with your words and ideas, Diane. (And I love that vibrant green, too!) This poem reminds me a little bit of the "quilt" haiku by Terri French on my blog last week - a drop of blood has so much weight!
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