Speak truth slowly, breathe
life into hope into yes
even me, to live
not yet die, will moves forward
into another summer
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An exploration of poetry: New ways of saying old things. Old ways of saying new things. My words.
__My first visit, Cady, and I like your tanka!
ReplyDelete__Cady, I don't know where you are in NE, (and I needn't) But that shore line photo brings to my mind... Schodic Maine. _m
The words of hope.. Beautiful, as ever! Go on!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Magyar and Tamarind, for kind words. Magyar, yes, pic is coast of Maine, but not Schodic.
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