prisoned in cream-kissed-
walls. outside, wheels re-
tain its daily, restless toil.
pair of wheat feet frozen in
tiled snow, still, free hands’ ink, flows.
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I write because I read. I read because I write.
prisoned in cream-kissed-
walls. outside, wheels re-
tain its daily, restless toil.
pair of wheat feet frozen in
tiled snow, still, free hands’ ink, flows.
—
a novel take on the prompt – I like the inner/outer contrasts of this tanka
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thank you for noticing them, Laura!
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Oh, this room seems sooo closed… the cream color makes me think of a pillowed prison.
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oh. a pillowed prison! that could have been a better title. thank you, Bjorn!
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Keep fighting the cream borders, sister! By all means, keep writing!
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thank youuuu, brother. will do!
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I like your description of the color of those walls as “cream-kissed”.
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thank you, Frank!
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Oh this is Marvelous, Sister–and you’ve redone your blog–I LOVE IT!!!
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aww. thank you so much, sister! much love to you!
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You’re welcome ❤
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Awwww….this is lovely Rosie..🤗🤗🤗
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thank youuu!
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