hide beside the doorway
guarded steps of day fades
dank hues, the evening raids
gaining my view
ink the sky to match me
with water’s climbing sight
lose my eyes, reignite
in the ombré
restrained bellows break out
I cry, I cry, echoed
back, my vision erodes
negative film
Z
ABHANGA
for Tanka Tuesday
Zander In Print 
The middle stanza is the most intriguing. Inking the sky, losing sight, melting shadows. The “I cry, I cry, echoed” is good. The cry/cry back is the echo in-line. Nice. “Negative film” is the perfect ending. What is black and white and the reverse of black and white? What is known?
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Awesome poem really enjoyed.
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I like the analogy of the negative film, Zander. Sometimes life is seen in shades of gray, flickering like an old movie reel. That is one of my favorite pieces of imagery. It shows how life marches on… Well done!
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Appreciate your kindness and you ever-flawless prompts. Have a good week!
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Thanks, my friend. Happy new week! 🥰
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“ink the sky to match me
with water’s climbing sight
lose my eyes, reignite
in the ombré”
The middle stanza gives the poem a climax of its potential meaning of a faded life and feelings of anxiety. Superb! Keep it up Zander.
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Thank you, Henry. Appreciate the encouragement!
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Always my pleasure, Alexander
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