Monday, September 24, 2012

Fridge Poems


yes, I had to clean the fridge eventually...all those words back in a box ready for more!


Today's Tanka...for the weather that's in it

Rain pours, flows, floods, bites a trench through road /
Grey sky; window. Crane fly thrashes in spider's web, 
trapped /
Rock of cloud smothers the mountains; black.

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