MEMOIRS ARE A GENRE TANKA

Time has now become

Dripping sweet honey on sand

Only to be cleansed

By the obedient tides

Slave to the moods of the moon

 

Memoir poetry

Is History as art form

Bitter pill sweetened

By cloaking words and events

Seen through rose-tinted lenses

 

(c) 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Free clock image, European city

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