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:

  1. Mama ZenNovember 17, 2013 at 9:27 PM

    You are so good at these!

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  2. Susie ClevengerNovember 17, 2013 at 9:51 PM

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

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    1. MarianNovember 18, 2013 at 9:17 AM

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

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  3. SusanNovember 18, 2013 at 12:44 AM

    Fine moment, almost slick. Brrr.

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  4. AnonymousNovember 18, 2013 at 1:50 AM

    well snapped ~

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  5. Kerry O'ConnorNovember 18, 2013 at 6:55 AM

    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. MarianNovember 18, 2013 at 9:17 AM

    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. Nataša DolencNovember 18, 2013 at 10:12 AM

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

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  8. EllaNovember 18, 2013 at 12:32 PM

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

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  9. HelenNovember 18, 2013 at 1:14 PM

    Extreme brevity ~~~ you do it so well!

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  10. BjörnNovember 18, 2013 at 2:51 PM

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

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  11. Sherry Blue SkyNovember 18, 2013 at 4:07 PM

    Oh yes. Here, too.

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  12. HannahNovember 19, 2013 at 12:08 PM

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

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  13. MarianNovember 19, 2013 at 2:34 PM

    Indeed, Hannah. Thanks, friends!

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