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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:
pretty scary when those dreams become reality...esp if they are haunting your waking hours...
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.
It's not only your sleep that's disturbed...This "thing" you wrote doesn't make sense.Sorry to tell the truth
Roy
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
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