16 January 2003 - 7:03am — Ernest Bevans (not verified)
perhaps there was a harem in
"the house of the rising sun":
She lead me towards love
by soft slycerin pale hands
through the octagon curtain
of beads like technicolor rain
suspend by the threads of night.
Your Tanka was well written. I get all the feeling
of emptyness by the word "urn" which then paradoxidly
turns on the last line "waiting to be sated utterly".
I "utterly" love this poem for the imagery it evokes
almost as if I was there in the place of "folly"
Bravo!
perhaps there was a harem in
"the house of the rising sun":
She lead me towards love
by soft slycerin pale hands
through the octagon curtain
of beads like technicolor rain
suspend by the threads of night.
Your Tanka was well written. I get all the feeling
of emptyness by the word "urn" which then paradoxidly
turns on the last line "waiting to be sated utterly".
I "utterly" love this poem for the imagery it evokes
almost as if I was there in the place of "folly"
Bravo!