Poetry: Untitled #2 and #3

[nebroadwe]

Waka seem easy:
Like riding a bicycle,
Until you fall off.

Even face-down in the dirt,
I curse in fives and sevens.

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Pink cherry blossoms,
Wind-shaken, coat with petals
Our tree-shadowed streets:

Unexpected paint job for
A friend's once-white Volkswagen.

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Author's Note: Suddenly I'm writing tanka. Oh, well. The first was crossposted to just_tanka on a lark; the second left in the same group as a comment on this poem.

Comments

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I came here because you're supposed to reply only in tanka at just_tanka, and I wanted to say I liked your tanka--but didn't have the energy to write one myself. And I really love your userpic :-)

[nebroadwe.livejournal.com]

Thanks for both compliments! That icon appears to strike a chord in a lot of people. :-)