hating
this season of
pollens and dust
I sneeze
deep unto
November
even if
I love the most
autumn
...the call of
winter
chilling
time it is
to wipe out
the cobwebs
although...
the rainbow
through ....and... through
shines within
the web
an abstract art
does the spider know
how to weave a prism ?
the empty bench
waiting
the colour red
inviting
but ... no
my ten thousand steps
living
and loving
but hating as well
this stretch of
silence....quite
uneven
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A wonderful intermix of words and images, loves and hates.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rosemary. Your Tanka were a great inspiration.
DeleteOh nicely done and I love the question "does the spider know how to weave a prism ?" and that photo is magic
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Marja.
DeleteBeautiful expression of your thoughts.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rall. Grateful for your appreciation
Deletelovely interplay of words and imagery.
ReplyDeleteI will ask the obvious question - did the image of the web inspire the words....
The images were an afterthought. Thank you for your observant comment.
DeleteI too centered on the spider's web. Can it be explained, they are always perfect? Google says it is instinct.
ReplyDeleteI guess it is God gifted Jim. Good to hear from you.
DeleteBeautiful imagery and rhythm. Cobwebs and rainbows and red bench... and a lot of longing. Some pain too.
ReplyDeleteThank you , sir. A pleasant surprise indeed!
DeleteLovely imagery throughout.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much 🙏
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