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Gray Room With Window

GRAY ROOM WITH WINDOW it’s such a drab day nor enough wind to make a stir walls are closing-in cat is walking round and round the room clock tick tock tick tock sunshine so feeble glances off a backyard tree freezes on the ground oh! This is a day for sleep to have some crazy warm dream day for good red wine i gather self and shiver! glass to trembling lips jumbled thoughts of tropic isles native girls in their grass skirts (michigan winter once it starts it does not stop!) suddenly! music the song winter wonderland i shriek holler tear my hair!

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/4/2013 1:17:00 AM

Loving this series of tanka again!! and the dream poem. Totally made up, of course!

Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 6/3/2011 3:58:00 AM

Thanks for allowing us to look through your window, Daver. A grey, 'drab' day would have been the ideal moment for conjuring up an island paradise. Amazing imagery, "sunshine so feeble...freezes on the ground". Love it!!:) Blows me away!! Best wishes, Love, Mikki

Gert W. Knop

Date: 1/8/2011 7:48:00 AM

Yo've got it, Dave! So well written Tankas and lovely imagery! Winter here is not so different! Enyou a cosy war corner and a nice drink!...Tc...Gert

Robert A. Dufresne

Date: 1/5/2011 4:59:00 AM

I hear you Daver ! I remember it well . Lived and worked in Vermont many frigid years. As Carolyn said below ,I too, invite you to Florida where I live with an open invitation except if I were you ......well .... I'm sure the grass skirt would look much better on her ... but we could look for volunteers!

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 1/5/2011 4:50:00 AM

Nice pen picture of the winter in Michigan. I was there till 25th.daver

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 1/4/2011 5:13:00 PM

Keep dreaming of that tropical paradise, Daver. Heck, hold a luau in your living room and get your wife to wear the grass skirt. But for goodness sake, turn off that music! I know it's a harsh winter in Michigan, but you can visit me in Florida anytime. Consider it an open invitation -- and I'll make my own grass skirt out of palm frons if it'll put a smile on your face. Really enjoyed this poem, dear friend! Love, Carolyn

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/4/2011 5:01:00 PM

Yes, and I hate that dang Let it Snow song. that one makes me want to tear out MY hair. I just love stanza 2. Most beautiful description in it! Thanks for your steadfast comments, Daver. I really enjoyed this one!

James Peranteau

Date: 1/4/2011 4:14:00 PM

Must be awfully chilly in your neck O the woods my friend ! That wet cold wind with the gray(grey) day is not a motivator of write for this soul,this is the truth ! Great picture you have scribed Dave ! much love, james

Date: 1/4/2011 1:15:00 PM

The poem comes alive through your use of imagery. Thank you for sharing it with us. Karen

Chuck Keys

Date: 1/4/2011 12:32:00 PM

i am also from Michigan .. already sick of the constant frigid wintery days and nights .. maybe we can learn to ignore the dark cold and just move beyond it .. our new state of mind is sun, clear sky, light breeze, green trees and grass; now thats my style. And i like your wine idea. tonight with dinner wei will have red wine, in celebration of your great work. thank you, chuck

Nette Onclaud

Date: 1/4/2011 10:50:00 AM

what a different treatment of a tanka... very original and expressive with slices of that chillly winter feel.. grreat job, daver! :) nette

Michael J. Falotico

Date: 1/4/2011 10:12:00 AM

Sounds like a long winter in your parts... In Ny its been Blizzrd one day and 50 the next..crazy...enjoyed your write...Michael