Strange Writing
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Tanka 14

goblets of red wine

lull my eyes shut, awakened

by the morning’s glow

trade a night of revelry

for quiet introspection


A belated Mardi Gras poem courtesy of today’s prompt from Dverse.


  1. I like the turning point of the morning glow, as if it were a hint from the universe. Seeing the red in the vast sky, inviting and healing; vs the dark red of the bottled up drink, tempting and sedating.


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