busyWarning: Some of these may be unsettling. Please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.
Darrow Poems
within the wind
hidden like a knife in a sheath
the sound of my name
* * *
dawn
a splinter of sunlight
pulled from night's paw
* * *
the cattails
hide the water
like a trapdoor
over a bottomless pit
* * *
only the seeds
which are buried
may sprout in spring
* * *
the willow bends
the elm breaks
the moss does neither,
yet is stepped upon
December 29 2017, 04:30:56 UTC 3 years ago
Have never heard of a "tanka" before!
Just read its definition. I wonder what the darrow elves would write in honor of date night poems? (A traditional type of tanka poem--according to one source.)
:^)
Thank you!
December 29 2017, 05:05:15 UTC 3 years ago
I'm glad you liked them.
>> Have never heard of a "tanka" before! <<
It's a great style, with more room than a haiku.
>> Just read its definition. I wonder what the darrow elves would write in honor of date night poems? (A traditional type of tanka poem--according to one source.)
:^) <<
*laugh* They don't date much, actually. Other races tend to look down on them, and there's not much left of their home culture. Which is a good thing, because it sucked. You know that your life is shit when having your home sacked flat is the best thing that ever happened to you.
Re: Thank you!
December 29 2017, 09:12:39 UTC 3 years ago
They used to say --about the town I grew up in--that having a twister come through could only be considered "urban renewal" not destruction.
:^}