Not a weekend of rest. Just a weekend of go. I achieved this quiet moment tonight to read more Kimiko Hahn and write some more tanka. It's a form I'm still working on and she never uses all the numbers she writes and she never uses them in order. So i'll have to consider. But here's a few more. And tomorrow starts Denise Levertov. Depending on if I write a Zuihitsu, another Japanese form.
Brooklyn Tanka
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Upstate looks like Michigan but not Michigan. It must be the trees. Or me.
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On the Hudson, the cliffs miniature all the cities. Shrunk cars wait for a toy train full of people impossibly small making gestures barely noticeable and speaking in voices no louder than dust rubbing together.
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I am full to the eyes tonight. And a slow tug pushes me from my chair to my bed where Valerie is lying in X formation.
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Let’s travel to the upstate of our minds. I hear a whirring fan, the night slush of traffic. A dream I never ended has a new twist to show me.
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The words are enough nightshade to end this. I have your confidence. I will return. Leave in your mind a door cracked open.
Love the tanka and the other poems you've been writing. I've been reading, but not commenting. (Lame, I know, but you've been writing a lot!) My favorite part of this one was "Or me." I can relate.
ReplyDelete"A dream I never ended has a new twist to show me." I know this. I have this.
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