My synonyms for Life and Move are Soul and Shift.
I have experimented with a Diatelle today.
Life,
Inane,
Joys now wane,
Dreams gone awry,
Lost in deluge of pain,
Rough high tides turn to terrify,
Fates laugh loud only to mock and defy,
The soul’s deep cauldron noisily simmers with strife,
Rustling up a rippled cyclonic cry,
Cataclysm to intensify,
Startling shift it ordains,
A new zeal spry,
Hope regains,
Calm strain,
Rife.
Via: Tanka Tuesday
Well done! There is a great message in this poem. You’re getting good at these diatelle. ❤
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Thank you for your encouraging words!
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I really enjoyed this poem. Nice work!
Pat
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Thank you so much!
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I was worried about where this was going in the first half, but quite the inspirational return.
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Yes,in today’s time and in a lockdown for so many days,you start feeling low and need to give yourself a shot of hope.
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Beautiful poetry.
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Thank you
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