Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Our Perfect Grief

A couple of tries at a tanka - but i couldn't remember the order of the 5s and 7s, then just kinda winged it - wung it? Neither meets the criteria, but here they are:

The moon's bold specter
crosses the vault of night
as silver shards silently
pierce love's fragile
shell, revealing all was lost.

The moon's bold specter
crosses the vault of night,
its silver shards silently
piercing love's fragile shell -
and our perfect grief.

This needs some work and may just be combined at some point.

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