“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
breathless among friends,
is there space enough to share,
erupts to blossom,
mind’s eye sees cosy roses,
while surviving amongst thorns.
Poetry form :- Tanka (5/7/5/7/7 syllables)
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Colleen. M. Chesebro for hosting Colleen’s Tanka TuesdayChallenge#285 – Ekphrastic prompt. Thank you Eugenia for hosting Moonwashed Weekly Challenge– prompt word, “Breathless”. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.
a blog of two friends
Writer of children's literature, short stories and poetry
i think therefore i write
Trying to find meaning in this chaotic world
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Kitty's Verses 
Love this, Kitty 💕🙂
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An impactful last line! Beautifully penned!
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Ooooh, nice one!
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Love the ending of your poem Kitty
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‘Surviving amongst thorns’, makes you rose, unique. Good one dear.
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Aishwarya, this is a stunning tanka. You found roses thriving amongst the thorns!! Brilliant observation and connection. 💜
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Beautiful poem 🙂
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Incredible last line, Kitty. Well done! 😊
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Thank you very much, Gwen. Glad you enjoyed. 🙂
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May the cosiness of roses never leave you! Amen!
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Thank you very much, Ma’am. 🙂
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A very lovely tanka, Aishwarya – I really like this!
❤
David
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Thanks a lot, David. Glad you enjoyed. 🙂
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Surviving amongst throns makes you even stronger🙂
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The roses are in their environment here. They know how to dodge those thorns. Yes? I’m sure they do. Thanks for sharing. xoxo
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