Tanka 115, Shadorma 181

Tanka 115

whispers of white lies
cling to the skirts of the dress
You bought it on sale
believing the flattery
of the dressing room mirror


Shadorma 181

Ice sculpture,
this story you told.
Chip away
the context.
Let the narrative dissolve
in its own good time.


2 thoughts on “Tanka 115, Shadorma 181

    • I often find that when I write poems on the same day they reflect a certain mental geography. On this day you can see it was lying, or storytelling with a negative twist. I wonder now what prompted me to go this way on that day? I do not remember.

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