Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Poem (Tanka): Eddy

Wrote a Tanka, my first, even thou I do not know what they really are. F-ck it, art has no rules :). And I do this for myself, so what does it matter?

Eddy

He laughed and held me close
yelled and pushed me past
slowed and aged and shared
was sick then so so weak

but stared, then stared some more