cramming
a fall universe
into five lines down,
pen in hand,
the seaside bench hard
Sanford Goldstein
Commentary: To cram a universe into five lines, to push to the very edge of what the form can do, the poet must be willing to spill thousands of tanka. Those of us among his readers who also attempt to write— those of us who tend to think “Oh, I already wrote about that,” and then stop— we might learn something from Goldstein’s willingness to return to the same themes, the same images, even the same words, in multiple poems...
-- excerpted from A Poet's Roving Thoughts: Review of This Short Life by Jenny Ward Angyal
FYI: Confronting uncertainty through and beyond the crisis of Covid-19, I attempted to quarantine this world of masked faces into five lines:
One Hundred Sixty-Seventh Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
quarantining
this world of masked faces
into five lines ...
I throw a stone of words
across the river of no return
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