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Schattenspiel/ Shadow Play/ Juego De Sombras

Die Wandgemälde Licht und Schatten im Zimmer Vergängliche Kunst In heller Nachmittagssonne Stetig wandelnder Reigen -------------------------------------- The wall paintings Light and shadows in the room A perishable art In a bright afternoon sun Constantly changing round dance -------------------------------------- Pinturas murales Luz y sombras en el cuarto Un arte perecedera En sol de tarde brillante Constante cambio del corro

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Audrey Haick

Date: 11/16/2010 2:29:00 PM

Incredible depth within this Tanka can be interpreted many ways but I do believe that to survive, all living things need the "Light", dear Gert! Awesome! Love, Audrey

David Smalling

Date: 11/16/2010 6:10:00 AM

It is not only that you paint, but being infested so with colors and light makes a psychological conversation certain. For what we fear to lose is beauty, and is it not the first causality of time? Beyond all conversation, you read like a consolation.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/4/2010 10:55:00 PM

Hi, again, wow, I am seeing that I missed many of your latest posts here!!

Caroline Cécile Delacroix

Date: 10/30/2010 2:17:00 PM

Interesting Tanka, Gert, that brings out the true beauty outside in nature, non perishable. Thanks for sharing. Best wishes, Caroline.

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 10/29/2010 12:33:00 PM

Thank you for posting your excellent poetry here at PoetrySoup so we all may read it Gert. May your weekend be one of much joy to you and may it bring inspiration to the end of your pen. Wishing you the best in any contestd you have entered or are going to enter this weekend. Love, Carol

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 10/29/2010 5:41:00 AM

A keen observation of in a bright afternoon of changing round dance of the wall paintings, Gert. I am addicted to visit The Tanka Man,