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24 July 2007 @ 06:32 am

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.