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Saturday, April 9, 2011

Haunted

Haunted

My light, disturbed sleep
Fraught with your vague, blurred image
Soft breath wakens me
No longer a yearned-for dream
Your spirit haunts my true realm


*This poem, my first attempt at the poetic form of  Tanka, is in response to Saturday Celebration at One Stop Poetry.

4 comments:

Brian Miller said...

pretty scary when those dreams become reality...esp if they are haunting your waking hours...

Beachanny said...

Tanka, a romantic poem, and this certainly succeeds in that. Very beautiful and at the same time ghost like. The form is perfectly accurate as well. Thanks.

Anonymous said...

It's not only your sleep that's disturbed...This "thing" you wrote doesn't make sense.Sorry to tell the truth

Roy

Pete Marshall said...

Beachanny knows her stuff when she writes about form and i happen to agree strongly with her...i loved the words...enjoyed this...all the best pete