Friday, January 1, 2016

Fresh beet juice

fresh beet juice
washes over my hands …
the blunders
I attempt to sop up
before the stain of regret

—Skylark 3:2, Winter 2015

4 comments:

  1. Love the metaphor. A wonderful poem for the new year.

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  2. An evocative and nuanced tanka - the eloquent simplicity: poignant.

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  3. Thanks for the feedback, my faithful readers Jenny, Wendy, and Jennifer.

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