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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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  1. Green is emerging
    time to prune and weed
    but all I can think of
    is the nagging backache.

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  2. There's something to be said for a wild garden, Margaret!

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  3. It looks like maybe this is the poem that was meant to grow.

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    1. I think you may be right, Liz. The other one meandered and never ended up going where I had intended it to go.

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  4. The 'thorns' found their purpose here in this poem. Nice!

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  5. I 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.)

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    1. It sure does, Violet, as all of us who are allergic to tree pollen will attest!

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  6. I like the fact that the entire poem can be allegorical...had you considered that?

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    1. I'm glad you were able to see it, Matt! It convinces me, yet again, that less is more.

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  7. Like Violet, I found the juxtaposition of the green and the blood arresting.

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    1. Especially since the picture is SO GREEN! I manipulated it a little. ;-)

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  8. Hi Diane, it's a multi-layered poem - the transformation of meanings can clearly be discerned. And like Tara noted, the colors are visually arresting.

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  9. I 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:>)

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  10. Oooh, 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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