Tag: tanka
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#Tanka Tuesday 10/3/17…a Tanka for Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge—53–mist and shape
Autumn morning mist the shape of a jack-knifed tractor trailer how many lives have changed during this rush-hour? https://colleenchesebro.com/2017/10/03/colleens-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-53-mist-shape/
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(Un)seasonal (Un)systematic
#Haiku Happenings #4: Reena Saxena present a #Tanka-prose #haibun for heeding haiku with chevrefeuille-september 27th, 2017-mushrooms!
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#Tanka Tuesday 9/26/17…A Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge-64 and dVerse birthstone poem prompt
glittering topaz surrounded by history more gilded than gold no birthstone compares to the fragility of our lives For Rambling of a Writer’s Weekly Tanka Challenge-64 and dVerse Poet Pub’s This One’s for you!
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#Tanka Tuesday: Kiwinana’s #weeklyTankaChallenge–cold and playful
Cold wind a black bear crosses the yard and reaches the trees no time to be playful when there’s feeding to do. https://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/2017/09/20/weekly-tanka-prompt-challenge-week-63-playful-cold/
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#Tanka Tuesday 9/19/17…my entry for Colleen’s #poetry #haiku #haibun #tanka
cricket’s song a gift left unopened in the moonlight a missed anniversary not easily forgiven H/T Colleen Chesebro https://cmchesebro.files.wordpress.com/2017/09/091817_1725_colleenswee6.png?w=280&zoom=2
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Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 51 #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: GIFT & SONG
#Haiku Happenings #1: Colleen’s weekly #poetry #haiku #haibun #Tanka Tuesday Challenge! Stay tuned for a surprising #Tanka Tuesday entry of my own!
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#Tanka Tuesday 9/12/17…autumn blues../
Mid-afternoon sunlight All around the apple tree Fallen shriveled leaves How many of my hopes Dried out and collapsed?
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Free-style Friday 9/8/17 …on moments of clarity after anger…#tankaprose #tanka #haibun
Anger Management We drive North on I-95 toward Worcester. Mira asks about Mom’s history of dependency. She still tries to get her mind around addiction. Leaves have already changed. Red, orange, yellow radiate from all the trees flanking the highway. Some leaves float on gentle breezes that come and go. Others—still hanging—catch glints of…
