Visceral: Tanka

VISCERAL

Sometimes I wonder
Which it is the one of us
Who’s the most afraid
Sometimes I sit and wonder
Whether you wonder that too

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on September 8, 2019, in Poetry, Tanka and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. I had to think about this for quite a few moments before I could know what my deepest fear is. This is truthfully because I feel as though I have little to fear. But my deepest fear is waking from this wonderful dream reality has become.

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    • I may have presented this wrongly although I included the tags ‘Fear’, ‘Relationships’ and ‘Uncertainty’. I was attempting to recreate a scene where two people in a relationship are not too sure what is happening, either because it is quite new or else it is starting to fall apart.

      I know that you are well founded in a solid relationship where fear has little place. I am glad of that for you both and of course your children.

      My writing may represent at times a confessional, at others a consoling or helping hand. at others a guiding star.

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  2. Thank you. A few weeks back a woman approached me looking for companionship. On the day to day level it has been a disaster. Very productive creatively though so no complaints once the scars heal. I hear echoes from chez toi.

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  3. Came across this poem tonight. Still a great piece. Hope you are well, my friend.

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