it shouldn’t surprise us how nonchalantly death steals away our breath in just a blink without considering that we have things to do life to live, we’re not through no death don’t care the cruel fact of it is when it’s your time to go you can bet death will show ready or not immortality’s not for mere mortals like us just accept it, don’t fuss enjoy the ride
~kat
For Tanka Tuesday’s Theme Prompt this week: “Immortality”, the Abhanga, which is: · stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains (4 line stanzas). · syllabic, 6/6/6/4 syllables each · rhymed L2 and L3 rhyme. Often internal rhyme is employed. End rhyme scheme x a a x , x being unrhymed.
the clouds fell to earth tonight millions of water droplets swirled around me as i walked, my flashlight capturing their frenzied fluttering white noise against a starless, moonless sky, so this is how it feels to have one’s head in the clouds, dreamlike, catching tiny water daubs on my skin and the tips of my hair and eyelashes, damp, chill, just me and the trees, the crunch of gravel under my feet and the peepers, awake from their winter slumber, singing of spring
the trees have been silent lately but for the occasional moan, pressed to breaking by the wind; the sun, choked by damp drear hasn’t shown his face for weeks; all is gray but, who am i to curse the day, to loathe the rain that swells the creeks and soaks the earth, kissing the roots, the dormant seedling shoots messy, messy life, muddy, red clay paw prints on just mopped floors, no matter, there are cool wet noses to kiss and velvet ears to scratch, and a book collecting dust on my nightstand, it’s crisp pages longing to be caressed, words upon beautiful words whispering, the irony...giving voice to muted trees
it’s time to breathe to let the stale air that choked us free, how long we have waited, our breath bated for the light to find us in the nooks, the safe havens we mistook for home, oh we have been alone, apart too long, starved for touch, feeling lost, reeling from too high a cost, in lives, our very souls, trembling here but for grace and truth, the truth finally clear, it’s time to start a new direction, striving for that perfect imperfection, scary, messy, hope in balance, sacrifice our precious talents at the altar of the whole, united, with one solemn goal; let history recall this day when the air swelled, when time shifted, as we breathed in; as we exhaled the burden of the past was lifted and we began to heal
new year, cleansing rain wash away the pain last year wrought, begin again, there’s nothing to gain from tears o’er the past, hope reigns no fear
~kat
January 2021 Day One: The Lai is a French form. It's a nine-line poem or stanza that uses an "a" and "b" rhyme following this pattern: aabaabaab. The lines with an "a" rhyme use 5 syllables; the "b" rhyme lines have 2 syllables.
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