
Ghost Town
A gritty wind blows between derelict buildings Long forgotten homes of the disenfranchised souls who lived there singing the blues Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Frank Tassone is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with a five line Japanese Poetic form. I have chosen a Tanka. Word Prompts Forgotten - Word of the Day The Blues - RDP
You speak for countless souls here, Christine. Powerful write.
Thanks Lisa. I appreciate it 🙂💕
You’re very welcome.
Too many cities look like this now…(K)
Sadly, yes 😢
The image is sobering …. yes, as Beverly said it speaks volumes.
Thank you Helen 😊
Your words are perfect accompaniment for the photo. May I ask the source of the photograph? It speaks volumes.
Yes thank you Beverly. I found it On Pixabay. I think I credited to photographer in my post
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’.
Thank you so much Kim. I had the words Gritty wind in my head for days just looking for its outlet!
Truly the blues, Christine!
Yes poor people 😢
Indeed! 😥
This is great description
Thank you! 🙂
You’re welcome 😉
The image chills, the words are gripping. Excellent Christine 🙂
Thanks so much. Great prompt today ☺️
Glad to inspire Christine 🙂 🙂
Haunting, with deep sabi (pathos) and loss permeating throughout. A powerful write!
Thanks so much Frank 🙂
My pleasure, Christine! 🙂
I like your description of the wind as gritty.
Thank you Frank 🙂