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Arise Again: a #tankaprose

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Moonlit sea

power of a changing tide

shaping the surf

insight born of suffering

perseveres the longest

 

I awaken to the song of surf on turf. The remains of my latest wreck surround me. I can remain prone for the sea to drown me. Or I can stand and take one step. Then another. And another.

Life isn’t finished with me yet. Let me not pretend otherwise.

Rise up.

 

first fire

where have the believers

in the first tales gone?

get up off the tired ground

and join in this primal dance!

 

for Real Toads–The Tuesday Platform

COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE, NO. 73: ENERGY & KNOWLEDGE, #SNYONYMSONLY

#Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge – Week 86 – Tales & Believers

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Carpe Diem / Seize the Day

 

 

 

 

 

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16 replies »

  1. I love the imagery of the dream in the first stanza, Frank; there’s magic in a moonlit sea, and the way the whole thing ends with a powerful imperative:
    ‘get up off the tired ground
    and join in this primal dance!’

    Liked by 1 person

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