From the poetry collection published in 2021 containing poems written in 2020, The Immediate and No Sooner.
My own pale features
gone from living memory
written in photos.
I recede each time I smile
at you. I am so long dead.
in creative hands
with infrared and
they decide to become paint
and look! I’ve done your portrait!
A dense poison soup
you have set out for the guests
Tastes bad and is bad
yet they will eat it. Manners –
that’s your real murder weapon.
4 thoughts on “Tanka 200, 201, 202”
That last one applies to many circumstances. (K)
And how. People will do a lot of things not to be thought rude…
Ooooooh! I love the deviousness in the last poem. I also enjoy the poignancy of the first poem. It made me think of the themes of death and memory in the animated movie ‘Coco’.
Thank you. People will follow the rules most of the time even if they personally have their doubts. SOmetimes this is good, and sometimes…you eat poison soup!
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