My father and dogs
Are on the fridge magnet
Before Alzheimer’s
Robs us of his firm hard hand
Softening the blows of memory
Category: Tanka
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Jane smashes the bar
Drunks wallowing in her rage
‘Who wants to fight?!’
No one raised a hand now
But they would once she slept
Writing in Tanka form – 5/7/5/7/7 syllables.
Outlaw Poetry 