We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

20.11.25

November Tanka: Friends


long married

just turned eighty-seven

she ‘never

wanted another fella’ –

some fairy-tales come true


14/11/25



oh no! 

her new photo tells me

she’s old – 

so much younger than me

I know, how can this be?


19/11/25



next door

is quiet today –

the artist

I think must be working

deeply absorbed (like me)


20/11/25




unlike

in religion, politics,

lifestyle 

yet we are old friends –

we see each other’s hearts


21/11/25



Note: I'm referring to four different friends of mine who happened to come into my consciousness at this time. Some readers, here and elsewhere, have been a bit confused about that.


Sharing this with Poets United for Friday Writings #204 , where the optional prompt is to take inspiration from the quote,  The most expensive garment you’ll ever own is your own flesh.’ But I didn't have time to write something new for that theme today. Instead, here I am looking out at other people.




25 comments:

  1. Gotcha on aging. I was 92 in October. Now when there's a problem with my body for no reason, even did a spinal test, it gets blamed for being aged. Examples, I am anemic and stage three kidney failure. No reasons from tests, blamed each on age. Glad you put that one, your age situation in. And the I could tell you to be expecting.

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  2. Well, I am only 86! This long-and-happily-married 87-year-old is a dear friend of mine.

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  3. “This is a beautiful lens into the lives of two friends

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    1. Hmmm, I might have to consider labelling them a bit more. It’s actually 3 different friends — 4 if I.count me.Anyway, glad you found the verses beautiful.

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    2. Oops, I mean 4 friends, and 5 if you count me.

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  4. It's neat to get this poetic view of people who have touched your life. What a sweet way to mark their presence.

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    1. I set myself to play this little game of practising tanka during November, on whatever subject comes to mind, and I found certain themes emerging by which I’m grouping them.

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  5. The verses are indeed beautiful - it's easy for everyone to narrate so much with so few words.

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  6. A lovely warm cameo of your friends. Enjoy the short form poems.

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  7. I got a good chuckle from the first few. Right on!

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  8. It is so nice that you have 4 friends to keep in touch with. Lovely write and thank you for your beautiful words at mine

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  9. So well penned - I can relate to two. My 40th HS reunion - many I have not seen since 1983 and I thought - they have aged. "They". lol. AND the last one - politics, religion, etc. My best friend and I are polar opposites!

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    1. My unlike friend says, 'Surely we're adult enough to disagree without needing to have a fight about it' and also remarks on the richness of having friends with a variety of opinions. How could I not love such a wise woman!

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  10. Your observations have depth and an awareness that most folks don't grasp ... I love each of them ... I think the artist was my favorite.

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    1. He liked it too, and said my intuition was good: he was indeed 'doing a bit of painting' that afternoon.

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  11. "yet we are old friends –

    we see each other’s hearts"

    I love the humor and truth in this, Rosemary!

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