Sea Change
(A Tanka)
Day mysterious
Draped in gray indifference
While white sparks gather
In edgy excited crowds
Marching in mob formation.
Copyright 2008 JO Janoski
Saturday, February 02, 2008
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- Jo Janoski
- JO JANOSKI resides in Pittsburgh, PA, USA with her husband, Ron, and their beagle mix, Rosie, and smooth fox terrier, Peepers. She and her husband are photographers who specialize in Pittsburgh cityscapes. She has also exhibited her line of nature photos along with Pittsburgh photos for over 20 years at the Three Rivers Arts Festival in Pittsburgh, PA in both the Juried Exhibition and Artists Market. Jo has recently developed an interest in the written word, after having been a secretary and later a photographer. She has won several online contests and has been published on various sites. Jo has three books published, all of them stories with a Pittsburgh theme. Jo is a member of The Poet Band Company (THE PEN), a Poetry Newsletter.
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7 comments:
A superbowl poem... As usual another great image within a form (and I was just kidding about the reference to the mob in AZ).
Harry, lol. Maybe that mob will go after my least favorite quarterback.
The mob, no doubt, flocking to pay homage to World's Greatest Football team, led by World's Greatest Quarterback. (I'd go on, but I think I just threw up a little bit...)
Jo, I know nothing of the form, but I seriously admire you for perfecting your craft.
Very nice Jo.
I can hear the waves a crashin'...
Jo, I have to confess that when it comes to imagery, I am woefully deficient. I was born to think logically, but I like to think the poem describes the foam from the nostrils of sea unicorns cavorting in the sea as the wavelets wash it to shore.
Mary Anonymous, the way you describe the sea sure sounds poetic to me!
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