Gray (mood tanka)

Gray

He peers at the sky
which looks as gray and dingy
as dirty laundry.
Soulful sounds of street corner
men blowing blues through window.

 

Shared at http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/#112

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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7 Responses to Gray (mood tanka)

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    OH. Perfect:
    “men blowing blues through window”
    Love.

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  2. Yes, I agree!! I can hear that beat traveling in the street!! Sorry I couldn’t help but to comment in rhyme apparently!

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  3. Julie says:

    Love this image. After days and days of gray skies and hearing those “blues” here in my small corner of the world, the sun has finally made an appearance on our 4th of July parade and we’re tooting our own horns with more joyful notes. Great job!

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  4. Irene says:

    I enjoyed the imagery!

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  5. JulesPaige says:

    I like that dirty laundry reference. I can almost see one of my grandmother’s old ring washers filled with grey water…
    I celebrated the 4th…sort of:
    http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/07/wwp-112-tanka-july-4.html

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