Most of the poets I love can say a lot in just a few words. That's not my strong suit. I am trying to experiment with structures to make my poems tighter. This is two tankas (5-7-5-7-7) stacked on top of each other.
In mid-December
my sister lays by my mom
and makes a promise
that her three girls, never close
will somehow stay connected.
And so now we meet
to plant new seed, cultivate
and weed the family garden.
Still so many pesky thorns
but also a few roses.
(c) Carol Wilcox, 2022
4 comments:
Oh, Carol, I love the images you create. Your sister lying beside your mom making a promise, and the gardening (planting, cultivating, weeding) you're all doing to stay connected. You make me want to try the tanka form.
It's a loving remembrance for your mother, Carol. Those 'few' words show a beautiful image.
Carol, you used the right format to remember a tender moment. Blessings to you.
I love everything you do and don't say in this. Powerful. Lovely. True.
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