Friend left ICU
We arrived to play word games
Hospital or no.
Underneath unspoken words
When will I go through this door?
With thanks to Colleen Chesebro for inspiration
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You don't know where you are going. You don't know how to get there. And you arrive just the same. Ghanaian saying
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Strong!!!
Thank you, Lynn. 🙂
Viva! I got chills reading your words. Powerful and a wake-up call to us all. I’m glad you joined in. Many hugs, my friend. ❤
Thanks, Colleen. ❤ It was a wakeup call for me too. Tanka is challenging and I want to write more.
Such is life with friends, a different kind of poetry. And I have no idea if what I’ve written would ever qualify as any kind of poetry. I have learned that, as in many artistic pursuits, there are structures. I just can hardly believe that poetry has so many!
I love poetry because it can take any shape you wish. This is my first Tanka. It is like Haiku but has two more lines. I’m sure your poetry is poetry.
[…] week’s Poet of the Week is Ina (VivaChange) from her blog, Crone Chronicler. Her Tanka poem called “Uneasy Comfort ” conveyed some uncomfortable truths we all face […]
Wow! Thanks for the honor, Colleen. I’ve got goosebumps. ❤