Wednesday, July 27, 2016

In the heat of the moment

                                                                                                    Attribution: Famartin
Image:Dried up Landscape (here)

Streaming down the cheeks
In the heat of the moment
Up to the nineties
Whatever little shades sought
Crying for torrential rain

Dried up water-beds
Tired melody of birds
Within shriveled leaves
Sun fiercely in tightened vice
Little creatures exhausted

Note: Tanka of 5-7-5-7-7 syllables

Walter's Tuesday's Poetics at 
d'Verse's - drought or deluge

9 comments:

  1. "Tired melody of birds"...this is so sad....

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  2. You've captured this so well....
    "Tired melody of birds
    Within shriveled leaves"
    This is particuaraly well done....the sound and the view...
    I really like the word "shriveled" here -- you get the sense of the brittleness of something that is truly starving for sustenance.

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  3. The melody certainly captures the read, as it has me as well! Love your voice and poetic aplomb, Hank!

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  4. Sad bit oh so true Hank. Well written.
    Yvonne.

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  5. Very good Hank. It sounds just like here in South Texas, feel just like i'm at home

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  6. Exhausted is the right word, as the heat can be absurd

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  7. Desert drOught
    sand of low
    humans of high
    Mountain top distant
    of God.. Universe hiGher
    with Telescope in tow
    God seems
    more than
    man high
    on
    desert
    last or
    only low..:)

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  8. That is some drought Hank. We would all cry for torrential rains!

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