Tanka (Untitled: Laundry)
Frayed and faded days,
folded neatly into piles:
her and you and me.
Soon the piles will turn to two,
but the days will tumble on.
folded neatly into piles:
her and you and me.
Soon the piles will turn to two,
but the days will tumble on.
Published by Tina Twito
I'm 39, with a wonderful husband (in Iowa), and a daughter who lives in NC with her hubby (love them both!). I write mostly children's stories and poetry (rhyming poetry, traditional poetry, haiku, but mostl... View profile
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well done! Tanka is great.
a wealth of emotion in a few words...poetry indeed
Thanks so much for your kind words and interpretations! Tal, I hadn't thought of this as divorce. I think it's wonderful, however, that you did! Love it when a poem can be seen more than one way. And my daughter leaving is, in a sense, a kind of "divorce". A breaking of the family as it has been.
Beautiful! And sad! You have the brilliant ability to take abstract ideas and manifest them in concretes, ergo: divorce viewed through the separation of a laundry basket... and in so few lines, too.
This poem is really nicely done. It carries the impending weight of the empty nest and delivers it in a very relateable way. I think that is one of your finer talents.
Enjoyable little poem.
That was great, Tina! LOVED it!
OOhhh! I like! Really awesome!