obituaries
weren’t enough, they wanted
death certificates
signed, sealed, tear stained proof
only currency accepted
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Trying my hand at a more modern Tanka. One of the few poems I’ve written directly about my job, some of my experiences this week were lingering in my mind when I’m came across Dverse’s challenge to experiment with Japanese poetry forms.
Everyday Strange 
This poem punches hard.
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Thank you! That was the goal.
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I found both image and tanka transfixing.
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Thank you!
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Image and tanka ~~ transfixing.
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Seem to have made two comments … I am new to WordPress …. and no way to delete one of them
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No worries! When you comment on a new blog the writer usually has to approve it, so they take a while to appear sometimes.
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Masterful! Riveting from start to finish! Bravo!
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Thank you!
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Nice phrase: “tear stained proof”
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Thank you, it was the line I rewrote the most.
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I’ve been there. There’s no end to it. (K)
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There certainly isn’t!
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Grief and pain of loss well excapsulated in few words!
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Thank you!
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