Written for:  Carpe Diem #1123 the road is our teacher
(on the road to Santiago de Compostela)

parched from walking
look further down road,  and spot
water puddled on leaves.
Is it fate that I looked ahead
instead of turning back?


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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3 Responses to Droplet

  1. maria says:

    “Is it fate that I looked ahead
    instead of turning back?”

    I believe it’s always a good choice to look ahead, to let go and move on… 🙂

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  2. What a joy to see that you are exploring tanka. This one is really nicely crafted.


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