The listening, or: Burrowing of the mole

A deep tanka

eyes closed, I focus
downwards into meaning's depths
~experiencing~
hearing others burrowing
listening below surface

d’Verse Poetics

Prompt: The Print the Whales Make

The above tanka is my response to the d’Verse challenge to write a poem in the first person that compares some trait of ours with something animal.

It should not be a whale, but another creature (mammal, fish, bird, insect, etc.) with which we have something in common. The title should be the animal thing, in the same way Marjorie Saiser chose ‘The Print the Whales Make’.

36 thoughts on “The listening, or: Burrowing of the mole”

  1. Without sight, our other senses shine. I’m thinking of all the times we close our eyes in order to dig deeper into something. That’s just right. (K)

  2. The first thing that came into my head was the old song ‘I am a mole and I live in a hole’! I enjoyed your view from an underground perspective, David. Moles have to listen carefully as their eyesight isn’t too good – like mine. I love the way you and the mole ‘focus downwards into meaning’s depths’.

      1. Caspar Babypants! I hadn’t heard of this one, but listening to it now, I think my grandson would like this. It got me going!

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