Trail of slaughter vans
Floating through thick waves of fog
Roosters stay silent.
Headlights piercing through whiteness
Making the world glow orange.
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Huddled together
The crowd of evening walkers
Some amble haughty.
A blow comes chilling of wind,
Pace slows down of eager ones.
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Bells start ringing loud
Chants emerge from the within
Where they say God is.
Thinking through warmth of blanket
I hear my wild thumping heart.
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I am linking it up with When I Write Tanka (Part 1)- Hisashi Nakamura.
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mmmm The third one speaks volumes HA. Chants, thumping heart, I feel it.
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I too like the last one best ~ Great imagery throughout 3 tanka ~ Good to see you at Real Toads HA ~
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Breathtaking tanka ……….
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they may say god is inside, but that is only so we can contain him you know…smiles.
often i find more of god outside those doors….
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Nice trio of winter images. Just like being there.
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Each tanka conveys a very clear image of the scenes as witnessed by the observer. The emotional aspect is also vividly conveyed.
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danger looms large in the first one…i like the last one’s spirit…
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Beautiful trio..each with its own chilly voice
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Very nice my friend!
Lots of love
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Wonderful. Thank you!
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Thanks.
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Interesting parallels to draw.
Nice piece.
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Reblogged this on itsyourstorysowriteit.
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These are wonderful HA . I was particularly moved by the last. K.
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When I first saw your blog I thought… great another poetry blog.
But then I read this post and its very good! Thanks for the short yet, interesting post
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