Every day, fishing.
The ears of my heart cast lines,
trawling for a sign.
Hopeful, I try not to drift.
Bravely, I face every wave.
This poem is the first in response to NaPoWriMo’s prompts: a tanka. I’m a big fan of these! A challenge for you: write your own, join in this month’s daily writing!
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