with such calm
you speak of the mass,
the MRI—
but will this look inside him
alter your view of the world?
unaccustomed
to change, but soon,
even the intermingling
shadows of trees
will be parted
Modern English Tanka, summer 2006.
p.s. these are kind of downers, sorry (well, the first one). fyi, the people for whom the first one was written have great attitudes and are doing pretty well for now.
Posted by:janet | March 06, 2008 at 10:28 AM
Life is just like that, though, isn't it? - Ups and downs, and we have to write about them all.
I enjoyed the inquisitiveness of the first, and the mystery of the second.
Posted by:aurora | March 06, 2008 at 11:08 AM
There is a strong sense of time and, perhaps, urgency in both of these poems. I enjoyed them very much.
Posted by:Curtis | March 09, 2008 at 07:22 AM
The parting of shadows is a sriking image of change. As the intermingling of shadows is a powerful image of relationship.
Posted by:Bill Kenney | March 09, 2008 at 05:19 PM
thanks, aurora, curtis, bill. :) (bill, interesting how i came to write the second one - was both literal and metaphorical.)
Posted by:janet lynn davis | March 10, 2008 at 01:39 PM
the shadow tanka is so richly layered,
the last lines an echo.
Posted by:Cynthia | April 05, 2008 at 11:19 AM