10.20.2013

Tell-Tale

Hand on my breast
observing
gentle tapping underneath,
breathing the evidence
that I’m still here--

(Tanka for Real Toads.)

22 comments:

  1. This is existentialism at its most fundamental level: awareness of heart's beat.

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  2. This is extremely observant and sparse. A great tanka.

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  3. Like deep breathing ... a feeling of peace enveloped me as I read your tanka.

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  4. I like the inhalation/exhalation ~ Good one Marian ~

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  5. The narrator has been Poe-ified! Good to check now and then.

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  6. I can read so many things into this...peace, fear, hope and on and on. That is the beauty of a talented poet. :)

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  7. that i'm still here.. love how you end it. :)

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  8. You are still here ... I truly believe life (in all its forms) is a miracle. Beautiful :)

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  9. I'm so glad you're still here.
    I have an occasional need for reassurance on that point for myself.
    Beautifully written.
    Luv, K

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  10. I've held my breath longer than it took to read your tanka; yours is a good reminder to breath again...

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  11. I put my own hand over my heart.
    This was so beautiful.

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  12. You have me feeling for my own heart. Part of what I read in your lovely tanka is that we are all in it together.

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  13. gosh, thank you, lovely friends. xoxo to you!

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  14. its nice to have those gentle reminders
    that no matter what is going on outside
    the hearts still beating

    & i alive.

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  15. Yes...those still moments...sometimes it's easy to forget that the heart is ticking in there... ♥

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