Trip Home
a Donnybrook walk
the Dodder’s brackish gargle
that long red brick dusk
ghosts, tall tales and memories
the walking and the wounded.
Taking part in earthweal open link weekend.
Trip Home (a tanka for the memory)
Stopdraggingthepanda
between here and there lies the inbetween
Stopdraggingthepanda 
The walking and the wounded in all my trips home too, my friend. Love the poem and the photo……
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Thanks Sherry!
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red brick dusk… such a beautiful image..
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Love the images this tanka conjures up. The past, present and future coming together as one.
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Thank you, Nitin.
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You illustrate the power and beauty of this form here–the setting of mood, the twining in of human experience, memory and nature, then the turn and resolution, bringing all into focus. Plus, it just reads beautifully. Everything a short poem should be.
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Thank you, Joy!
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Those journeys home filled with ghost tales. It can be haunting. Well expressed in the tanka form.
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Thank you Truedessa!
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