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How does the writer's brain work? It is a bewilderment to me, why it must be this particular word, or that particular image. How is it that now, in this time of several national and global crises, I emerge from sleep holding to this juxtaposition:
i wake
my face is wet
the blue heron stands
one foot
on a slate roof
???
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I don't know, but that's a better tanka than 95% of what I see purporting to be tanka online these days. And your poem may not even purport to be a tanka. There's probably a lesson in that.
Posted by: Dave Bonta | 17 January 2021 at 03:21 PM