Susan Woodrow Poet Tanka

The Burt Reynolds

Time’s never obliged ~
Heedless, impetuous fame
Exacerbates traits…
But factitious facades fade
UV-rays on gelcoats, craze…

Retouch, unfinished ~
Tide oblivious, streams on
Rising and ebbing…
Eyes old smile recognition
Young ones urge explanation…

Names so soon obscure ~
Ocean sinking impetus
Leaves afloat, excerpts…
Darn! That cannonball race zipped!
Speedy generations flash…


(3/7/2021: Caribbean, Windmill Cove)

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Suzette Richards March 18, 2021 at 1:35 AM He was an icon for all times. He made turtle necks cool for men to wear. I enjoyed this tribute, Susan. :)) ~Sus Susan Woodrow March 18, 2021 at 10:21 AM I loved the way his eyes always seemed to twinkle with mischief ... oh yea, the turtle necks! Makes me think of Diane Keaton too lol glad you enjoyed the read :)

Andrea Dietrich March 14, 2021 at 3:36 PM gosh, I did not even connect the cannonball thing like Michelle did. I am so out of things these days. Did he recently die? I am so dense. (yes, I just went and saw two years ago he died) What is Windmill Cove about? Susan Woodrow March 15, 2021 at 12:30 AM Oh goodness I didn’t know that he died! Windmill Cove is a marina on the delta here :)

Michelle Faulkner March 9, 2021 at 8:38 PM I remember 'The cannonball run' - glad to see it mentioned here - I love the internal rhymes of 'time/obliged' and 'unfinished, oblivious' - no matter how we delay, the final march is inevitable~ Susan Woodrow March 10, 2021 at 5:08 PM that was the only Burt Reynolds movie I remembered and my daughter had no clue at all about the boat's name and who he was...she only knows Ryan Reynolds lol...thanks Michelle Yes, time marches on :)

Justin Bordner March 8, 2021 at 4:10 PM There exists to me, in this poem a serene dismay. It harkens of mortality's inevitability Susan. I like the style that this poem was written in...J.A.B. Susan Woodrow March 8, 2021 at 8:53 PM that's right, Justin...the go fast boat so flashy in its time now needing lots of work cos time has weathered it so.. glad you liked it :)