Tanka and other short form poetry
I like it. It seems dark for you...
With each word your poem moves me deeply.
Again, this poem speaks so well to me...I have walked through that dark corridors and i've often heard them talk of death with so much ease...as if they were the creators...and then the eternity of soul! that's a babbling, I know Paul....I hate people talking of death! but it's a reality of life....and we are all walking the same corridor...only that i have crossed the bridge/corridor of death a few times and still walking; and hence the babble...bear with me for that!Good poem, as always, wishes, devika
"only that i have crossed the bridge/corridor of death a few times and still walking...that's real and true -- not a topic of imagination or fiction that poets/writers love to write...May be thats why this poem spoke so well, to me...wishes, devika
It reminds me of landing at the airport and going to see my father. Fortunately I had 3 hours to spare. Or rather he did.
sadness; no one likes to dwell in that corridor; good writemuch lovegillea
Hi Gabi, LECHAIKU, Devika,Gwilym & Gillena, thank you for dropping by and leaving your comments. It's good to know this poem has spoken to you just where you are...
Extraordinary pacing here: harrowing and full of dread. Paul Smith at the top of his art. Universal and masterful.
Thank you Brian, I am humbled by your words.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and family, Paul :)wishes, devika
And to you Devika...
thank you Paul :)wishes, devika
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