Today is also ending--
at the bottom of the snowstorm
the gigantic sun


the dentist's clock
is draped with tinsel
on either side
relentlessly through time
the pendulum beats on


Dennis Tomlinson said...

I present this as a first attempt at tanka - composed while the dentist was inspecting my teeth!

John McDonald said...

and a good effort too

Alan Summers said...

Those terrific first two lines really make the poem! ;-)


Dennis Tomlinson said...

Thanks, John and Alan. I looked at the half-hearted Christmas decorations in the dentist's room and the start of the poem just came to me!

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Well done. You have caught the essence of the timelessness of siting in a dentist chair. Ouch.

love, Melanie

Dennis Tomlinson said...

Thanks too, Melanie. Sitting there seemed eternal but at least the regular checkup showed my teeth were 'fine'!