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Jun. 28th, 2010 04:02 amIcarus (frostbitten)
Grief breaks his promise:
each day he finds a feather
to glue to his back.
But the sun won't melt these wings;
his brother's sky is winter.
More pseudo-tanka than tanka, really. Haven't tried doing one since 2003. Using the classic form of 57577, though American tanka often don't hold to that. I'm still terrible at that 'single moment' aspect of this and haiku.
Grief breaks his promise:
each day he finds a feather
to glue to his back.
But the sun won't melt these wings;
his brother's sky is winter.
More pseudo-tanka than tanka, really. Haven't tried doing one since 2003. Using the classic form of 57577, though American tanka often don't hold to that. I'm still terrible at that 'single moment' aspect of this and haiku.
