Tag: tanka
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“In the dark…” a #tanka (2/20/20)
2/20/20: second to none In the dark you, second to none, lie beside me listening to the rattle of the ceiling fan #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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“a whirling wind…” a #tanka (2/19/20)
2/19/20: second hand a whirling wind and not a sign of life in the backyard what of those second hand reports of an early spring? #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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“scattered birdsongs…” a #tanka (2/18/20)
2/18/20: second spring scattered birdsongs and the hint of another second spring why do I cringe waiting for the returning cold? #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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#Haikai Challenge #126 (2/15/20): returning cold (saekaeru) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
Did you enjoy soaring with hawks, haijin? Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Jane Dougherty2. Eugenia3. Shaun Jex4. Jade Li/Lisa 5. Xenia Tran6. Indira7. Rhen Laird8. Christine 9. Revived Writer10. Linda Lee Lyberg Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Onward! It’s the day after Valentine’s Day, more than midway through February, and…
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“cold front…” a #tanka (2/14/20)
2/14/20: second chance cold front the temperature dropping in evening twilight How many second chances at love can one expect? #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #ValentinesDay
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“Maple Silhouettes…” A #tanka (2/11/20)
2/11/20: second place Maple silhouettes and the last cry of a crow this fading day Which patrol won second place at this year’s Klondike Derby? #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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#Haikai Challenge #125 (2/8/20): hawk (taka) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
Thank you, haijin, for honoring Martha Magenta with your #haikai! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Pat R2. Jane Dougherty3. Shaun Jex 4. Eugenia5. Linda Lee Lyberg6. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr 7. Janice8. Kim Whysall-Hammond (England) Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Looking ahead: It may be spring, according to the Lunar…
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These mortal choices: a #Writephoto #TankaProse
A fresh bank of cumulus clouds floats across the sky. The bare maple branches atop the trees in the front yard gently sway in the light breeze. The near-midafternoon sun casts their pale shadows across neighbors’ houses like so much shadow theater. Except for the cold, it’s a day to visit their grave. Spring with…
Frank J. Tassone 