Too Late, Now, Too Late.
Just a tanka format.
A gift of flowers
lies unwanted as you weep
sour regret tears
for the love you let pass by…
Let me wrap them while you cry.
© coolhermit 2023
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Just a tanka format.
A gift of flowers
lies unwanted as you weep
sour regret tears
for the love you let pass by…
Let me wrap them while you cry.
As a lover of short poetry I enjoyed this very much, the last line could hold more than one meaning too. 🙂 Sue.
Aye – that’s the thing – is the ‘wrapper’ a solicitous friend? or the ex lover relishing the discomfort and rubbing it in? Is the weeper mourning a recently dead dear one? The answers depend on the disposition of the reader.
Now and again I love to conform to tanka format – it is useful practice for free verse writing as it instills a sense of discipline.
Thanks for liking 🙂
Rick
What a great poem. If you are listening somewhere in the ether, Rick, I disagree with the last line; why would anyone want to wrap them when they have been presented as a gift and should have come wrapped, and why wrap them? to send them back?