The sharp blade cuts deep
Nameless faces pass from mind
Into the abyss
Peace flows out from steady hands
Carving a new life from death
I woke up this morning with this chewing its way out. It's been at least 20 years since I wrote a tanka and I haven't even been thinking of writing poetry lately.
A plot bunny came with this but I have no idea if, or when, I'll let it out of it's hutch. However, the poem takes on a whole different meaning in light of the story so I thought by posting the poem I'll feel guilty enough about leaving things hanging that I might actually write the story
7/27/07 Edited to fix line 2 which had 1 too many syllables. Thanks Katje, XT, and Mandy.
Also moved the AN from a separate comment to the main post.