Millard Lowe Poet Tanka

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IN ECHOED MEAN SORROWS TO HER

              (A Tanka Duet)

 

Peace rang the doorbell:

“Sorry, you’re at the wrong door.”

“We only do wars:-”

At the next door, she heard:

“Sorry, we’ve no vacancies.”

 

Moving on, peace heard,

“Your sorry butt got some nerves!”

“Get the hell away!”

In sorrow, Peace keeps belling;

Hoping one day, its God’s door:-

 

IN ECHOED MEAN SORROWS TO HER: A TANKA DUET

IN ECHOED MEAN SORROWS TO HER
              (A Tanka Duet)

Peace rang the doorbell:
“Sorry, you’re at the wrong door.”
“We only do wars:-”
At the next door, she heard:
“Sorry, we’ve no vacancies.”

Moving on, peace heard,
“Your sorry butt got some nerves!”
“Get the hell away!”
In sorrow, Peace keeps belling;
Hoping one day, its God’s door:-

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