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

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4 comments:

  1. Jenny Ward AngyalJanuary 2, 2016 at 6:31 AM

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

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  2. Wendy BourkeJanuary 3, 2016 at 10:37 PM

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

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  3. Jennifer WagnerJanuary 5, 2016 at 11:48 AM

    Oh how I can relate! Well told!

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  4. janetldJanuary 5, 2016 at 10:42 PM

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

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