Tag: tanka
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A #Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day 12…#poetry #haiku
Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day 12– Today’s quote from the poetry of W.B. Yeats is taken from ‘The Rose of the World’. ‘He made the world to be a grassy road Before her wandering feet.’ meadow path a panicked flight of birds from the chainsaws’ roar for all green spaces must…
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#Haikai Challenge #7 (11/11/17): Veterans…#haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka
Thank you to last week’s participants: Jilly–Trinity Charley–Haiku–Souls in Flight qbit–haiku–River Nihil revivedwriter–remember, remember On to today’s. It’s Veteran’s day in the United States. It’s also my birthday. Late this morning, my son and I brave the below-30-degrees-Farenheight cold to attend our neighboring village’s Veterans commemoration. Now, I’m typing this challenge–a privilege I could…
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A #Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day 11…#poetry #haiku
Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day 11 offers the following: Today’s quote is from ‘The Harp of Aengus’ by W.B. Yeats. ‘Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds And Druid moons, and murmuring of boughs,’ She holds tight the thread of dreams And so I respond: burning leaves firelight in the eyes of…
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A #tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day 10 #poetry #haiku
And he saw how the reeds grew dark At the coming of night-tide,’ W.B. Yeats. last sunset fog rolling across the moor this new moon night is there time for one more breath, for one last kiss goodbye? For Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day 10
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A #tanka ode to wind and water #poetry #odes #dVerse
windswept lake morning light shimmers toward shore what remedy better salves my soul, wind and water, than you? For dVerse MTB–Odes
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A #Tanka for a Month with Keats: Day Nine #haiku #poetry
‘Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam, And Usna’s children died.’ W.B. Yeats Paris’ arrow Achilles’ bloodied tendon preceding his fall Conor’s sword fells Unis’ sons and Diedre’s shattered heart For Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats—Day 9
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A #tanka for A Month With Yeats…of bloodied tides and lost innocence…#poetry
‘The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned;’ first blood she whispers in the dark “Are you inside?” shards of a shattered culture Strewn in the wake of my “yes” For Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats–Day 8
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#Tanka Tuesday #2: of Mystery and Dreams
photo credit Autumn mystery colored leaves the last remains of our summer dreams these abbreviated days their accompanying cold for Kiwinana’s Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge week 70–Mystery and dreams and Toads’ Tuesday Platform UPDATE: and for Thotpurge’s Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017 #7