Tanka
The way the very elderly cling to any handhold in a world gone strange, this snow on the daffodils.
Dave Bonta
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The way the very elderly cling to any handhold in a world gone strange, this snow on the daffodils.
The poem sets two images side by side and lets us feel the link between them. First comes the picture of very old people gripping whatever is nearby, a railing, a chair, a doorframe, because the world around them has started to feel unfamiliar.
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