First autumn morning
the mirror I stare into
shows my father’s face
© Murakami Kijo (1865-1938)
his time gone, mine marching on
my winter years approaching
This is my response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #101, write two lines to follow a given hokku, essentially creating a tanka.
This one really tells it how it is. Great.
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Thank you.
Time marches on.
(I missed this earlier – for some reason your comment went to Spam.)
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Life caught in a few lines … nicely done.
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Merci!
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