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
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"Tired melody of birds"...this is so sad....
ReplyDeleteYou've captured this so well....
ReplyDelete"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.
The melody certainly captures the read, as it has me as well! Love your voice and poetic aplomb, Hank!
ReplyDeleteSad bit oh so true Hank. Well written.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Very good Hank. It sounds just like here in South Texas, feel just like i'm at home
ReplyDeleteExhausted is the right word, as the heat can be absurd
ReplyDeleteDesert drOught
ReplyDeletesand 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..:)
That is some drought Hank. We would all cry for torrential rains!
ReplyDeleteEndless sun is draining on all.
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