November gusts sigh
and moan as falling voices
crumple in defeat
ancient bellows breathe in time,
fresh sparks ignite, light the sky.
©2016 ontheland
A tanka poem in response to Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge #123: ‘breathe’ and ‘new’ (fresh)
Oh, such fierce, passionate beauty. 🌹
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Gorgeous poem., so vivid and full of imagery. Love it!
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Thank you 🙂
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That was fresh! Nicely done.. 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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