Stepping out on ice,
Falling flat on his fanny-
Slipping and sliding.
Maintaining a sense of pride
No longer his great desire.
| This is a clever tanka! :D|
Kinda funny how momentum and inertia make abstract ideas like pride fly out the window, eh?
thanks for a lighthearted read. :)
|| Posted on 2004-12-02 00:00:00 | by latentlylyrical | [ Reply to This ] || Cool poem...self preservation comes before pride and his first concern becomes getting off alive...great metaphor for life. Enjoyable on many levels ||| Posted on 2004-12-02 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ] || Certain wisdom there. There are certainly things we need worse than pride, like just about everything. In fact pride is probably a much greater liability than most realize.|
Never heard of a tanka, is that a particular form?
|| Posted on 2004-12-02 00:00:00 | by Sandburg | [ Reply to This ] || From the title I thought this would be a little more Paul Simon. There's a lot of alliteration, and that's always good. This is how I felt once after running into a radiator pipe where I used to work. ||| Posted on 2004-12-02 00:00:00 | by cuddledumplin | [ Reply to This ] |