sun tries to break through fog
city sounds fog can’t disguise
gold in her eyes
rough log house
surviving century’s seasons
beneath cool shade
verdant battlefield covers scars
whistling through reeds
sun warms each blade of grass
…And they fell. No matter the mother’s sorrow or the lover’s tears they could not be revived. Such is the fate of the fallen warrior. I chose to be grateful for the sacrifice and the bravery.
one blue cup each
flows easily through her hands
dry river beds
laughter’s pure reflection
sing song they learn A B Cs
so young to be old
internal Acholi’s strength
Nile clouds my vision
If I share a handful of their giggles, would you share a handful of precious water?
This week’s Word Press photo challenge is Reflections
and Reflections at Weekly Tanka Prompt
Big enough for two
ants compete with the size
spring cleaning adds more rooms
fit for a king
I am off the grid for the next couple of days but will check back to see how y’all are doing. We didn’t dare to measure the ant hills but some appear to be as tall as a human and are elaborate as castles.
Enjoy the blog posts of fantastic bloggers at the A to Z challenge.
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