Cold panic grips the senses.

Past, Future, behind Fences.   

Seen through distorted lenses. 

Left Alone, nothing cleanses.                                                                                                             This is my first recent attempt at poetry. Tanaga is a Filipino form of poetry I’d never heard of before this afternoon.



13 thoughts on “Tanaga

  1. kim881 says:

    A great metaphor of panic, Larry, especially:
    ‘Seen through distorted lenses.
    Left Alone, nothing cleanses’.
    It reminds me of the feeling when I walk in from the cold to a heated space and my glasses fog up.

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