this winter mist . . .
like Penelope I weave
and unweave
a shroud of words
to ward off loneliness
"Myths and the Creative Imagination," Atals Poetica, 2015
A Room of My Own: Shard of Sunlight Tanka
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*just to be alive ...*
one long shard of sunlight
through a gap
in the bedroom curtains
touches my tear-streaked face
FYI: L1 alludes to the following:
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