Kim at dVerse prompts us to write poetry from an optician’s chart using a line of four words in order. The words I used in tanka form are:nose–one–cause–even
my nose is running its race against sinuses stiff sniff not enough one sneeze will cause a series using even more tissSHOOS!
we plead, “mirror, mirror, upon the wall” like vanity before snow white’s death fall “what have you done to me? that’s not my face!” bouquet of flowered beauty –not a trace youth’s pink blush gone, now yellowing appears and sleek combed hair sticks up in fern-like spears sweet bloom arranged in lovely china vase reflecting back some weedy basket case! what once were tender buds, no blossoms brag where perky petals peeked, dry sepals sag sketchy mirror, you lie! –won’t tolerate image alone does not determine fate perhaps the mirror does reveal true age but real wisdom’s grateful to reach this stage.
“When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: Death has been swallowed up in victory.” (I Cor. 15:54)
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