we are never ready (tanka)
October 12, 2009 03:45 PM EDT
(Updated: October 12, 2009 03:47 PM EDT)
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As Autumn turns cold, half-eaten pecans yet fall, littering the walk. Squirrels have discarded them because of bitter green hulls.
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I know... and empathize.
This is featured in Gather Writing Essentials, Monday,
Hugs,
Mar~
Love that new and interesting description - bitter green.
sorry, couldn't resist, i've withheld myself from trying any discipline in poetry...i'm ignant that way...but you, sir, never disappoint
traffic of feelings
Right now I am commenting on Concert Pitch on the other site.
traffic of feelings
Someone nibbled on our electric extension cord that lights the Christmas tree in the front yard. Who in the world would like that to eat!
Featured in the Triple Name Club.
This is indeed a lovely autumnal tanka.
highlight Fall's unique closure to seasons of growth. I. too, live in
the country where nut trees and squirrels and deer are creating lively
theater in my trees and yard. Being a nut fan, I mourn the loss of
any discarded pecan that didn't make it into a pie. The sensory
huighlighting of the bitter "green" hullls, the last vestige of verdant
expression, is a captivating contrast to the rusted earth tones
that color this seasons breaths. Thank you!
I'm thinking pecan pie, but that's just me.
And....................It is a lovely poem, unlike any other.