Tanka 11

I have a couple more of these little poems, after all. Here’s the first one. I posted it on my Sometimes You Get So Confused Blog not long ago, to commemorate an orienteering event gone a little bit wrong.


The steep hill. A slope
that runs straight into the sky.
The climbers scramble.
The trail fades. They make their own.
Hilltop. A road appears. Go.


10 thoughts on “Tanka 11

  1. I read the post on your other site, so I’m glad to know things weren’t quite as dire as they seem, or I imagined, from the poem and art (photo?) here. I had thought when the road appeared and they went, they were running from monsters or the guys in Deliverance. πŸ™‚

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