Enough
When all is said and done and the last notes have been sung, we wonder if we’ve done enough, and seen enough and been enough; fearful that we’ve failed.
When all is said and done and the last notes have been sung, we wonder if we’ve done enough, and seen enough and been enough; fearful that we’ve failed.
A moment wasted. An image forever burnt, behind eyes tight shut, of my failure to capture, or understand, the meaning. © Sara Murray, 26 October 2017 This is my first attempt at a Tanka, inspired by my writer friend
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Energy buzzing as I move closer, anticipation humming as I reach out.
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