11.17.2013

November

Cold drizzle
mists my eyes,
blurs, chills
sideways vision,
the road ahead.

More tanka! #17 of 30 Poems In November to benefit Center for New Americans.
Posted by Marian at 6:43 PM
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14 comments:

  2. I agree with Mama Zen..you have a talent for tanka

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    1. thanks, i think it just is that i like extreme brevity so it works with this form :)

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  3. Fine moment, almost slick. Brrr.

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  5. This has exactly the right atmosphere for a poem describing a wintery November (of course, our Novembers come with heatwaves...)

    :)

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  6. well, you'd never know it's November this morning. we have having a bright-sun gorgeous morning! feels like spring.

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  7. hmm..love the atmosphere of cold November.. the winter ahead.

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  8. I know that road....detour quick!
    Yes, November lives on that road...

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  9. Extreme brevity ~~~ you do it so well!

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  10. So clear painting that scene.. really caught me in my November blues.

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  12. This is excellent, Marian...I love how the blurred road can be read in more ways than one.

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  13. Indeed, Hannah. Thanks, friends!

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