final refreshment
his grateful parched throat and eyes
breath leaves in whisper
artwork: A Cup of Water and a Rose by Francisco de Zurbarán
prompt inspired by Rebecca Budd’s post: The National Gallery 5 Minute Guided Meditation .
Colleen Chesebro is the host of Tanka Tuesday. Colleen says:
• Read Rebecca’s post and watch the video.
• Using the painting and the video as your inspiration, please write a Japanese poetry form: haiku, senryu, tanka, gogyohka, haibun, tanka prose, renga, or a chōka.
Tao Talk 
Whoa! That’s an interesting take on the painting! Nice!
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Luanne, thank you very much. It’s what I saw in it. An old man’s favorite cup, serving him one last time.
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Very imaginative!
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Beautiful indeed.
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Thank you, Sadje <3
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You’re most welcome my friend
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SENryuSATIONAL!
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Thank you very much, Ron.
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Oh, really interesting take on the prompt! Beautiful poem!
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Elizabeth, thank you <3
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Well now you’ve made me look at this painting in an entirely different light. Well done! (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe!
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Well, at least it sounds like he had a pleasant final moment before passing away!
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Christian, none of us know, but it might have made all of the difference…
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I can see this tender moment play out before my eyes. I like it, Lisa. Thanks for sharing. xoxo
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Thanks very much, Selma.
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I love how this incorporates both the painting and meditation Lisa ❤️
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Ange, thank you very much <3
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You are welcome ❤️
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That is beautiful, even if the ending is tragic for the reader (not necessarily for him).
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Insightful comment, Dale, thank you <3
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:) 💞
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Peaceful.
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Thanks, Melissa.
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I hope it hit the spot for the last time.
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I remember watching the Scorcese doc on Geo, and Olivia talking about how a person goes out of this life is important. That’s what inspired this poem.
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Accepting that is the hardest part.
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Lisa, the inclusion of “and eyes”is SO clever SO good!
<3
David
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Glad you liked that, David, thanks!
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This reminds me of the last day (of perhaps) a monk.
I was reading an article that stated that in some monk statuary… that skeletons were found of (yep, small monks!) Look at “monks encasted in statuary” in your search browser – they, the monks were mummified and covered in gold! There are images…
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Jules, thank you for what you see in the poem. I could easily see that, as simple as the setting is. So strange about encasing monks in gold, but the world is a strange and wonderful place.
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Perhaps not that much stranger than having an army of clay protecting you? Or your pets mummified with you if you were royalty in Egypt? Yes… strange and wonderful :)
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