far and white
I paint your face in
the mountains I see so far
distant and west, bright
white, ragged stone silhouette
like you are now, from my side.
neil reid © june 2012
Write a “tanka poem” (here in the 5-7-5-7-7 form) says the prompt. Rules, rules, and what am I doing counting syllables? About the last thing I’d expected to write, but oh, for the desire to participate! But surely, feel safe, that you’ll never see me do an attempt at deliberate rhyme. Counting fingers and toes is as far and fallow as I go. And a “tanka” this is or is not – so many variations of the rules I found, what’s the bench?
But thank you Hannah Gosselin for leading me this far astray!
Written for the We Write Poems prompt #112, Tanka you!.