Tag: tanka

  • My Mother’s Diagnosis

    My Mother’s Diagnosis

    Mom told me the story many times. She went to work that day. Felt a little off, but soldiered through. Shortly after lunch, however, she leaned against file cabinets, almost unable to stand. Her boss told her to go home. She still felt unwell, after a full day off of her feet. Heading to the…

  • “Autumn night…” a #tanka (10/6/23)

    “Autumn night…” a #tanka (10/6/23)

    10/6/23: fish Autumn night a reheated feast of seafood orzo an overhead flight, and still these cricket songs #tanka#micropoetry#poetry

  • Free-soaring Folly

    Free-soaring Folly

    How long will free-soarers ignore the fearful, trilling songs of unknown longing from their caged compatriots? How long will free-soarers fly on winds assured off the backs of their caged bretheren? How long before those free-soarers alight on a tree rooted in just soil, and find themselves permenantly perched, while their caged compatriots fly free?…

  • “the warmth…” a #tanka (9/29/23)

    “the warmth…” a #tanka (9/29/23)

    9/29/23: unprompted the warmth of her skin rainfall previous plans washed away #tanka#micropoetry#poetry

  • “Autumn…” a #tanka (9/27/23)

    “Autumn…” a #tanka (9/27/23)

    9/27/23: fall Autumn an inopportune time for a fall what the shingles vaccine giveth and taketh away #tanka#micropoetry#poetry

  • “Ophelia…” a #tanka (9/25/23)

    “Ophelia…” a #tanka (9/25/23)

    9/25/23: wet Ophelia your torrents leave us wet and you’re just getting started #tanka#micropoetry#poetry

  • “up above…” a #tanka (9/20/23)

    “up above…” a #tanka (9/20/23)

    9/20/23: up up above this gingered sky these stars from a different point of view #tanka #micropoetry #poetry for Eugi’s Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Gingered Sky

  • Autumnal Deferral

    Autumnal Deferral

    pumpkin spice still these leaves refuse an Autumn slice a steady descent with pumpkin spice filling cups amid scurrying mice on a bright breezy day Nothing nice about autumn denied, save pumpkin spice We fold Autumn into our poems today, over at dVerse. The pub is open! Come join us!