morning after (tan renga)

Out of the washbowl
I scoop up,
my distorted face

© Sumitaku Kenshin (1961-1987)

Out of the washbowl
I scoop up,
my distorted face
crow’s feet mock me
holding vigil no more

© Tournesol ’15

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge

13 thoughts on “morning after (tan renga)

      1. It was my personal reflection of darkness too. When I had a feeling years go to go visit with my dying step-dad years ago, a crow smashed into my windshield…for us, it means there will be a death…he died that night.

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    1. Nah, it give character! I remember when I was about 10, I was trying to practice tightening my face muscles to hide my worry lines on my forehead. I tell my young colleagues (average ag is 25) I earned every line…smiling too much, and worrying for loved one.

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