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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? Dave | 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 ] | |