' ' ' ' Brace Of Tankas Poem by Dónall Dempsey
' ' ' ' Brace Of Tankas
PEEL ME A GRAPE!
Two grapes left on plate
look like lost nipples looking
for their mammaries.
I popping them in my mouth
delighting in both senses.
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CONCRETE VIRUS
This concrete city
infects the sky...turning it
into concrete too.
Concrete sun and concrete rain.
Concrete humans... cry...real tears
Donall, thank you for the smile my friend. Just was the doctor ordered. Top marks and thanks for sharing them with us. David the dodgy one
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5/8/2024 8:51:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Two quite different tankas in one brace :) The one can make one laugh, the other one can make one feel depressed - both wonderful - you optimized masterly the slender, measured form of tanka - no an otiose word!