Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Tanka Poem

TURNING POINT
by Marcail
At the river bend
Where waters spin and slow dance.
Finally the end.
Straddling the fallen red oak,
We parted without kisses.

2 comments:

Flood said...

As in painting, it's hard to capture water in writing. You've done it here:
At the river bend Where waters spin and slow dance.

Beautiful

Marcail said...

Thanks Flood. Still waters and all that...