December Rain (Tanka)

Whatever the style or form, you have a way of expressing them beautifully in your waesome writes.
In this short piece you've described betrayal quite vividly.
Take care my friend.
Paul...

Whatever the style or form, you have a way of expressing them beautifully in your waesome writes.
In this short piece you've described betrayal quite vividly.
Take care my friend.
Paul...

Shouldn't "pleasures" be "pleasure's"? Just wondering.

I loved the depth of this tanka, it was beautiful and haunting at the same time. The idea of December rain and betrayal ties mystically together.

God bless you Cindy and keep writing please!

Great imagery...how the cold hearted can rain into our soul...nicely done on the form!

Very effective...
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ps.....This piece..however different it is in the final analysis, reminded me of the following:

Shakespeare: Sonnet 97

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness every where!
And yet this time removed was summer's time,
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:
Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me
But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.

one could easily do less than remind someone of Shakespaere...huh?
'-)