WELCOME TO #TANKATUESDAY!
This week it’s time for the specific form, Colleen has asked us to try a Tanka Prose. I have tried and I have to say this is a very personal and painful one for me.
Evening Tide
So tired, she lies quiet, cosy and beconed. Yes old and wise as she is she will not leave those staples in. No more than she ever did the previous stitches. My best friend, my comforter your days are numbered, my heart is broken. The years you gave assisting can’t keep you safe.
it grows and festers.
the unkind killer within
respecting no life
I rail at you it’s not fair
no thought for service given.
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