Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, October 21, 2013

Two Tanka

Fall leaves red as blood
Cling to branches like pin pricks
Biding time until
Heavy, they drop to the ground
Pooling in crimson puddles.


The cherry blossoms
Hold spring in their clenched, pink fists
The essence of hope
Released in falling petals
Soft and shy as new love's blush.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, My Thoughts onTanka, Pt. 2


Grace said...

Vivid color & imagery - crimson puddles, clenched pink fists ~

Lovely seasonal tanka LM ~

Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene) said...

totally echo Grace's comments and I enjoyed the romantic stint at the end ...Soft and shy as new love's blush.

Very nice, mi amiga

Kerry O'Connor said...

There is a sense of the cyclic nature of the seasons in the progression from the first to the second tanka. I found them both really beautiful.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

"Soft and shy as new love's blush."


Ella said...

This is so romantic~ I love "clenched pink fists"...
Wondrous view over here ;D

BB said...

Your words do paint a colorful picture in my mind. That's talent!