Total Blank
I want to write but draw a total blank.
My mind's on hold; my inspiration's shot.
My muse plays hide-and-seek - a cruel prank!
I want to write but draw a total blank.
I rummage my vocabulary bank -
A doodle in the margin's all I've got.
I want to write but draw - a total blank.
My mind's on hold; my inspiration's shot.
Regarding the second, I've always been a dog lover, and had family dogs off and on from the time I was very little until I went off to college, but never since, until about a year ago when we adopted a dog from a friend who was no longer able to care for her. We had known the dog for years, and she is one of the gentlest, sweetest dogs we've ever met, but she is now quite old. Still, she has some spunk left in her, as this poem, written in tanka form, relates. (It's not quite a "paean", but it will do.)
World's Oldest Puppy
all of sixteen years
she's a centenarian
by human measure
totally deaf and half-blind
sleeping through most of the day
yet her head perks up
anytime the door opens
and she stands up straight
or straight as old hips allow -
watches me through clouded eyes
I put on my coat
and she scampers for the door
with metronome tail
then bounds down the two front steps
seeking some new adventure
2 comments:
I like them both. Hey, tomorrow's the deadline (4/30) to submit a poem for the Tanka Society of America's journal Ribbons. You might think about sending this tanka sequence.
thanks for the tip!
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