Washed up

water riddled path

washed up by the winter drops-

shards of a mirror

watching the reflections move

I count the steps on and back


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About anmol(alias HA)

I am a whimsical writer, a passionate poet and a righteous reader, but above all I am a benign being who is trying to find a path back into life, which I lost due to certain circumstances that came to change my entire existence, as I understood it.

Posted on February 2, 2014, in Poetry, Tanka and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. I’ve stared in to water many a times…. i feel where this is coming from!

  2. The time slow down sometimes…it feels nice to ponder about something while looking at water…

  3. apropo considering it poured cats and dogs here today…each puddle is a little mirror of its view of the world….so it can seem like a bugs eye with so many together…interesting inclusion of yourself in the last line…makes us wonder too at why you pacing….

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