winter lies cracked and broken.
Don’t be gentle, wind,
bear away what will not bloom
so that hope can plant its seeds.
Photo by Saad Chaudhry on Unsplash
Song Choice: Spring 1 composed by Max Richter
Liner Notes for This Groove: This tanka is linked to Poets and Storytellers United's Friday Writings Prompt. I did mean to write about cake, but the wind was so wild and lovely today, I just had to get my thoughts down about it.
No apologies needed for treating us to this beautiful tanka instead!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rosemary! I hadn't done a tanka in a bit and felt like trying it.
DeleteYes, we need seeds of hope to grow!
ReplyDeleteOh I'd definitely say we're all in need of those seeds and everything that grows from them.
DeleteNicely written about letting go , so we can renew
ReplyDeleteAdmittedly easier said than done, but still quite neccessary
Delete"bear away what will not bloom"
ReplyDeleteGreat twist for the hope to come
Much💜love
I hope it won't be too much of a twist, but hope in any form, expected or not, is welcome.
DeleteThat's a beautiful poem..
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rajani!
DeleteWhen the alternative is so awesome, neither explanation nor excuse is needed. I love this. It reads like the sort of advice we should all keep in mind. What doesn't work is best discarded.
ReplyDeleteI has the feel of a prayer to me, but yep, it also functions as a good reminder for when I need it (LOL, and I will need it!)
DeleteOh, Wow! Is it possible that you wrote this tanka for me? Because it's deep insight and exactness speaks directly to me. Such an accomplished piece! Thank you for the gift of poetry.
ReplyDeleteI am thoroughly delighted that you like it so much. Thanks, Khaya!
DeleteThis is beautiful, Rommy!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sara!
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