Tag: tanka
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#NPM Finale: a #tanka
April 30th the thirtieth poem of #NaPoWriMo Don’t stop writing poetry when the calendar reads “May” #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 30/30 WD April PAD 2019 30/30
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#Haikai Challenge #83 (4/28/19): blossom haze (hanagumori) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
I hope every celebrant enjoyed Easter, and a very happy Easter to those celebrating Orthodox Easter today. Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. The Dark Netizen2. Jane Dougherty3. Jules4. Deborah 5. Tessa6. Helene Vaillant7. Revived Writer8. Dwight L. Roth 9. Ennle Madresan10. Violet Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Looking ahead. The…
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To Write a #Haibun / #TankaProse: an #Ekphrastic #MetaPoem
See what you see: A river of starlight across the black, the sparkles of starlight across dark water. Experience the sight. Feel the awe that comes from perceiving the sheer immensity of the expanse. Marvel at the serene joy of light amidst darkness. Then imbed sight and intrepretation in language that evokes the musicality of…
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“Red Lion Inn…” a #tanka (4/26/19)
4/26/19: tangle/untangle Red Lion Inn untangling the tangles of history the antique musty odor of New England’s oldest Inn #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 #RedLionInn
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“A lullaby…” a #tanka (4/24/19)
4/24/19: mother memory a lullaby of Ireland’s creation Mom would sing to me a soft rustle of oak leaves from a whisper of wind #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 #GloPoWriMo2019
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“Webber Park house…” a #tanka (4/23/19)
4/23/19: returning to an old neighborhood Webber Park house the stump of the apple tree still in the backyard I remember the adage, “you can’t go home again.” #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 #GloPoWriMo2019
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“cloud-covered egg moon…” a #tanka (4/22/19)
4/22/19: egg moon cloud-covered egg moonand yet such greeneryfollowing the rainhow could I hope to exchangeone sight for the other? #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 #GloPoWriMo2019
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An Ekphrastic Correspondence
Oh, Alisaka, That I could rise to the heights of your cranes. But I am earthbound, and my words can only marvel at your deft brushstrokes. mountain mists fledglings at their mother’s side for so many years this relic of college days still hanging for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #78: Rise (pubtended by Merril Smith) #NaPoWriMo2019…
