
Today’s Tanka Thursday prompt was “forever.”
Don’t speak to me of
forever; I don’t believe
it exists. Instead,
tell me how you’ll love me now
and all our remaining days.
Today’s Tanka Thursday prompt was “forever.”
Don’t speak to me of
forever; I don’t believe
it exists. Instead,
tell me how you’ll love me now
and all our remaining days.
I was going through my poems and separating things into various folders (I’m stupidly organized in ways that don’t matter), when I came across this gem. I wrote it over a decade ago and still love it. How many writers can say that about their old writing?
A drop falls
and then another.
Falling, falling
across the yellow traffic line.
The ripples slowly
spread outward
like fingers
seeking, seeking
the touch of another.