Tanka Challenge 4/29/09

[gurdymonkey]

Exhaustion is the
Enemy of poetry
On such days as this.
Vainly grasping for ideas,
Still the words do not come.
(In other words, why I didn't write one yesterday.)

Spears of sunlight thrust
Through a parapet of cloud.
Sparks shower the bay.
Shorebirds forage busily,
Heedless of the silent fray.

Comments

[reynardine.livejournal.com]

You know, I really do envy you living close to the bay like that. All I've got is a river. It's a big river, but it doesn't come close to being the ocean.