I thought I had
ripped that vine down dead,
but it grows on,
out of reach, even in winter,
mocking me and my scythe both
Day 14
14 Saturday Apr 2018
Posted in Tanka
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can’t go wrong with a gardening metaphor 🙂
that scythe, though, and “ripped…down dead” and “mocking”–so much power of emotion in these spare lines
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I was just a tidge despairing … 🙂
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