I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose.
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Christine
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I felt a chill when I read your tanka, Christine, which reminded me just how lucky I am. A haunting thought, those ‘disenfranchised souls who lived there singing the blues’.
I like your description of the wind as gritty.
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Thank you Frank 🙂
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Haunting, with deep sabi (pathos) and loss permeating throughout. A powerful write!
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Thanks so much Frank 🙂
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My pleasure, Christine! 🙂
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The image chills, the words are gripping. Excellent Christine 🙂
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Thanks so much. Great prompt today ☺️
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Glad to inspire Christine 🙂 🙂
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This is great description
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Thank you! 🙂
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You’re welcome 😉
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Truly the blues, Christine!
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Yes poor people 😢
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Indeed! 😥
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I felt a chill when I read your tanka, Christine, which reminded me just how lucky I am. A haunting thought, those ‘disenfranchised souls who lived there singing the blues’.
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Thank you so much Kim. I had the words Gritty wind in my head for days just looking for its outlet!
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Your words are perfect accompaniment for the photo. May I ask the source of the photograph? It speaks volumes.
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Yes thank you Beverly. I found it On Pixabay. I think I credited to photographer in my post
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The image is sobering …. yes, as Beverly said it speaks volumes.
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Thank you Helen 😊
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Too many cities look like this now…(K)
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Sadly, yes 😢
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You speak for countless souls here, Christine. Powerful write.
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Thanks Lisa. I appreciate it 🙂💕
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You’re very welcome.
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