Tag: tanka
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#Haikai Challenge II #14 (4/24/24): [Late]Cherry Blossom (osozakura) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #kyoka #haiga #renga #HaikaiChallenge
Some of you haijin risked being blinded by the light to savor the solar eclipse. Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Suzette Benjamin2. Eugi3. Jules 4. Ben Tonkin5. Colleen Chesebro6. J M Negi 7. Melissa8. Frank J. Tassone Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Ultreya! What a National Poetry Month this has…
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“a glint of light…” a #tanka (4/23/24)
4/23/24: cover a glint of light between wind-rippled green leaves how we cover the world with our expectations #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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Midway
The United States was aware that the Japanese were planning an attack in the Pacific (on a location the Japanese code-named “AF”) because Navy cryptanalysts had begun breaking Japanese communication codes in early 1942. The attack location and time were confirmed when the American base at Midway sent out a false message that it was…
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“gray sky…” a #tanka (4/17/24)
4/17/24: again gray sky as rain falls again the blossoms bloom #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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“familiar…” a #tanka (4/15/24)
familiar as a coy pond in winter the heart of Nippon beating on 4/15/24: familiar
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“these dreams…” a #tanka (4/14/24)
4/14/24: dreams these dreams of a sunlit grove of cherry blossoms a path already strewn with petals #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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A Fool’s Ballad
Jaime Amadán, the bastard son of the Tuatha de Danann, Lugh, and a down-on-her-luck actress, Mary. Jaime Amadán, the wise fool who rode the dragon that everyone else forced back into its cave. Jaime Amadán, a forgotten hero whose legendary exploits reveal for us the choice: to live in ordinary sorrow, or in extraordinary joy.…
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Boxed Within
a box forged of cold steel fired within the frigid heart of compressed terror inside last remains of innocence consumed by loathing and rage hidden within a heart’s shadow from which emerges the dragon, awaiting innocence’s ride Over at dVerse, Kim pubtends a Tuesday Poetics, where we write box poems. The pub is open! Come…