Tag: tanka
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“winter night…” a #tanka (12/28/23)
12/28/23: conceal winter night all of our hopes concealed what do we dare in daylight? #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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“winter break…” a #tanka (12/27/23)
12/27/23: logging winter break & already logging too many hours all of the time we don’t get back #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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“awaiting…” a #tanka (12/26/23)
12/26/23: obscure awaiting a camera obscura moment these twinkling lights in the dark #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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“snowy sky…” a #tanka (12/21/23)
12/21/23: lock snowy sky a boat at rest in the lock water rising as flurries fall #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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“empty room…” a #tanka (12/20/23)
12/20/23: room empty room with a view of a nighttime skyline how much longer until he comes home? #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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“Waning Moonlight…” a #tanka (12/8/23)
Waning moonlight whining horn sonatas all that jazz you holding my hand your thumb rubbing mine
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“morning light…” a #tanka (11/29/23)
11/29/23: percolate morning light waiting for the coffee to percolate another day and dollar to earn and spend #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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Water Psalm
Flow is my nature. I am uncontained. I am contained by legions. But my essence is gift, and from my self-donation life follows. Can you endure long without my self-gifting? Three days? Five? The Bedouins understand how precious I am. They value me beyond gold, and for good reason. True, my giving can come in…
Frank J. Tassone 