Slim’s Third Dream
Slim retires again
to do battle with the night
his mother appears
they share complicated jokes
in his sleep, he laughs out loud.
Over at earthweal, the challenge is:
For this challenge, explore the art and acts of entanglement in a poem. How does one life entangle another? How do the dead remain entangled with the living? Become the thing you see. Reflect on how that seeing changes the world (at least, your view of it). Then (or separately) ask yourself what existence would mean without that entanglement: how much less light and air and beauty. Flip the switch both ways to see how it works. Entangle yourself in the world. Let your witness be our testament.
A lot of questions, I think I may have addressed one!
I like your tanka. I agree, it is a tricky challenge.
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I like your tanka. I agree, it is a tricky challenge.
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Thanks Suzanne!
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The dead enjoy the dreamworld I think. (K)
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They certainly turn up a lot!
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And not always the ones we desire to see.
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I love this, Jim. So happy, the laughter exchanged in dreams!
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Thanks Sherry!
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Short and sweet!
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