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The Myth of Sisyphus (Tanka Prose)

by Chen-ou Liu

people awake
work, eat, and sleep
the Mondays of present
follow the rhythm
of the Sundays in past

Blank years in and out. This is daily life.

And then the sudden moment of being: the stab of memories, the sting of longings, the slaughter of time. There is no screaming tragedy in ordinary life.

Posted in Poetry

2 Responses to “The Myth of Sisyphus (Tanka Prose)”

  1. Neal Whitman says:

    Your tanka prose here plus your haiku on Daily Haiku and haibun on Word Cataysist demonstrate that you are a master of Japanese inspired forms. You practice the Art of Concision. Thank you for contributing to Getting Something Read. Readers here ( may I say it?) are connoisseurs of the short poem. I take the time to read a bit more carefully when I see you are its author.
    Amicus poeticae,
    Neal Whitman

  2. Chen-ou Liu says:

    Neal, I am honored and humbled by your kind words. Many thanks!


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