Tag: tanka
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“across…” a #tanka (4/9/24)
4/9/24: sky across the clear sky another jet a refreshing breeze from the sound #tanka#micropoetry#poetry#napowrimo2024#glopowrimo2024
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Wish You Were Here
the roar of a waterfall after snowmelt somewhere along the AT wish you were here
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#Haikai Challenge II #13 (4/6/24): total solar eclipse (Kaiki nisshoku) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #kyoka #haiga #renga #HaikaiChallenge
Happiness is seeing haijin embracing poetry! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Eugi2. Peter3. Jules 4. Melissa5. Petru6. Suzette Benjamin 7. Ben Tonkin8. Kerfe Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Onward! This monday marks a total solar eclipse! On Monday, a total solar eclipse will cross North America – a phenomenon that has not…
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“Thunder…”
Thunder a complex spider’s web trembles with rain and just like that a flash lights up the sky
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Lunar Amity
(Photo by John McKaveney: Bright Moon) I can’t remember when we met. Was I truly just a boy? Gazing up at you, as you coyly peaked out of the clouds, some star-obscured night. I can certainly remember the loves I brought before you. Our deep embraces, so luscious with savored intimacy, offered up to you like…
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#Haikai Challenge II #12 (4/1/24): Poetry (uta) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #kyoka #haiga #renga #HaikaiChallenge
I trust, haijin, that you enjoyed the Equinox—and the lengthening days that followed. Congratulations to the last challenge’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Jules2. Cheryl3. Eugi 4. Peter5. Kerfe6. Melissa 7. Petru Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Looking ahead: Today is April first, the first day of National Poetry Month! Many of us will…
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3/31/24: time magnolia bloom & contemplating an empty tomb how overwhelming the spring sky #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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On Scribbling
Scribbling doesn’t relieve the pain of aching joints. Scribbling doesn’t stop the falling torrents, or the sudden streams flowing down our street. Scribbling doesn’t cease the constant hum of rain impacting the roof. Scribbling doesn’t ease the sandpaper sensation in the elbows. Scribbling incarnates the experience of it all. Scribbling bears witness to every facet…