Chronic Illness & Disability, poem, Uncategorized

Disposed To Be

Posted by antoniazen on

 

They’re kind words,

true; difficult times

never last

forever,

this news, not hers, only mine

inclined ‘til the bow;

 

I won’t be OK;

incurable, I’ll dazzle

like a wave, breaking.

 

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

beach wave
Photo by George Keating on Pexels.com

 

With Thanks for Colleen Cheesbro’s Tanka Tuesday prompt, this week the words were trouble and game and I chose a Shadorma and a haiku. (I’ve also done a Senryu, just for some light relief, which can be seen here)

 

 

5 Comments

  1. Colleen Chesebro says:
    February 24, 2019 at 5:14 pm

    Very good and the two go together well. ❤

  2. antoniazen says:
    February 24, 2019 at 7:21 pm

    Thank you, Colleen 🙂

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  4. H.R.R. Gorman says:
    February 25, 2019 at 5:37 pm

    The breaking wave was a powerful image for me – nice job!

    1. antoniazen says:
      February 25, 2019 at 7:14 pm

      Thank you

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