These Eyes—Always April (more tanka and process)

Messed around with this one quite a bit this afternoon in the notes app on my ipod as I wandered around with earphones in. The variations are below the asterisks.

These Eyes—Always April

These eyes in April—
as inconstant as the cold skies
in their shifts between
blue and grey—when summer comes
the skies will at least seem warm.

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These Eyes In April

These eyes in April—
as inconstant as the cold skies
in their shifts between
blue and grey—when summer comes
the skies will at least seem warm.

I’m done with April’s
inconstant skies

These skies of April
in their swings from blue to grey
can’t be any more
inconstant than my eyes

These eyes in April
are as inconstant as the skies
in their shifts between
blue and grey—but to the skies
summer will always bring warmth.

I guess these April
skies are no more inconstant
in their swings between
grey and blue than my eyes

I guess these April
skies have swung no more between
blue and grey than my
inconstant eyes

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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