Tanka
Be very careful
Pay heeds to a stone’s silence
Tells of a morrow.
You may not like to hear of
The future is your silence.
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Tanka
Much rain upland
River bursts overflow lowland
Burial ground a lake
Man in row-boat hits headstone
He’s not a swimmer and drowns
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Tanka (old age poverty)
Touch me now old gold
Before wealth is meaningless
Midas’s feel missing
Golden years an abstraction
Undertakers will not kiss me.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
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