My return from Toronto is almost doubled in time by rush hour traffic. I consider how so many people contend with this every day.
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sleet splashing
an endless line of traffic
winding past daffodils
my wandering mind
on a short leash
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©️2019 Ontheland
Janice, you capture the dreaded rush hour perfectly in this tanka!😀 Although I don’t have a regular commute at such hours I’ve often been caught up in it … it must be soul-destroying to do it every day and I can identify with a ‘wandering mind/On a short leash’.
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Thank you, Annika…and possibly back-destroying 😉 My mind had to be on a particularly short leash because not knowing the route I had to figure out where to be for the exit and avoid missing it.
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #6: Janice’s latest #tanka!
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Thank you, Frank 🌷
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My pleasure, Janice! 🙂
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The wandering mind on a short leash – there are a lot of meaning to this deceptively simple phrase – and I was thinking of when I worked in the city, took the train or subway, and how the line became the leash of work, expanding to let me go home, and pulling me back in. I did not mind it back then, I liked my work. In my current stage of life I am glad to be leash free. Fantastic poem you wrote here, I think.
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Thank you, Claudia. I like the image of your transit leash…working life can create order and meaning in ‘chaos’ but I am also glad to be free of it at this stage.
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Fabulous scenes! (@—>—)
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Thank you, Dorna 🌷
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my wandering mind, on a short leash. LOVE!
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🌷:))
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