Saturday, September 16
of a horrific event:
grim headlines flaring.
I shy away, numb. At night
cutting onions for soup: tears.
Notes: this is a tanka, a poem form similar to haiku but with a different meter. 5-7-5-7-7 instead of haiku's 5-7-5. For One Deep Breath's dual challenge of tanka on the subject of emotion. Obviously this week many of us in the U.S. (and elsewhere) were thinking of the 9/11 tragedy. Even if we didn't quite know how to express our feelings.