submerged origins
stretch this jazz of blues to gust
bright brine-washed being;
I see clouds and wings trace Pi
sweeping up a cyclone’s tail.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
With many thanks to Colleen Chesebro for her Tanka Tuesday #photoprompt and to Jane Dougherty for this month’s photo which inspired my tanka.
(Alternative Text for photo: trees half-submerged in water under a blue sky with birds flying)
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‘stretch this jazz of blues to dust’ — love it!
Thank-you 🙂
“…bright brine washed being…” I love the visual these words conjure. Well done! ❤
Thanks 🙂 ❤️
Pi and cyclone! wow, I could never see this in there!
Hi Elizabeth, thanks for your comment. I know what you mean. I suppose I’m reading between the lines. I see the aftermath of a cyclone in the submerged trees. The same ‘sacred geometry’ or golden ratio spiral I see in the windstorm and in bird flight. Pi I see everywhere, like the undercurrent of all life, its diversity, and interconnection. I’m fascinated by the apparently unending number whose patterns never identically repeat; to me, it says a lot about life. 🙂
Jazz of blues–just right. (K)
Thanks ☺️🎶