Night thrums, cicada
song, your breath sweet luxury;
once, its ruby-throated
presence rattled my swaddled
life; now I slumber once more.
***
Today's prompt (TMI) did not inspire, but a reference to Rumi, the great Sufi prophet and seer, did. Rumi believed that we go through figurative cycles of sleep and awakening, and then return to sleep. That is, we become inurred to what once tantalized and intrigued, what drew us to another. The taking for granted. Here, I play with the tanka form, a 31-syllable five line poem. In the East, tanka is written as a single line; in the west, the form follows a 5-7-5-7-7 structure.
Peace, Linda
That is how long it should take you to devour this sweet yet terrifying chap from Right Hand Pointing: WORD COUNT
Posts
