Tag: tanka
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“last Saturday…” a #tanka (12/28/19)
12/28/19: unprompted last Saturday of December and this year he still won’t tell us where in New York City he wants to go #tanka #kyoka #micropoetry #poetry
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“although the sky…” a #tanka (12/27/19)
12/27/19: prompt-free although the sky is enveloped in gray a lone bird cries out as spring-like temperatures arise on this winter day #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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“the ornaments…”
12/24/19: unprompted the ornaments that survived the tree’s collapse rest on a table how ironic a way to begin this year’s Christmas #tanka #kyoka #micropoetry #poetry
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“a warm winter day…” a #tanka (12/23/19)
12/23/19: prompt-free a warm winter day with the drone of traffic, birdsongs and wind chimes still the Christmas tree lights illuminate the living room #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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#Haikai Challenge #118 (12/21/19): Christmas/Hanukkah #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
I hope you’re enjoying a wholesome solstice, haijin! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Jade Li/Lisa2. Dwight L. Roth3. Christine4. Reena Saxena5. Peter6. Jane Dougherty 7. Jules8. Pat R9. A Reading Writer10. Janice11. Suzanne12. Xenia Tran 13. Linda Lee Lyberg14. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr15. Deborah16. Kerfe Roig17. Indira18. Frank J. Tassone Powered…
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Solstice: a #TankaProse
12/21/19: Gerry Muse (#186) The sun just set behind the Ramapo Mountains. Pink hues on passing cumulus light up after the last golden haze recedes from view. The shortest day of the year transitions to evening twilight. Soon, the longest night begins. Our Christmas tree lights illuminate the enshadowed living room. Before long, the outside…
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“on a frigid night…” a #tanka (12/19/19)
12/19/19: prompt-free on a frigid night the aroma of brownies from the kitchen while someone somewhere still shivers in the cold #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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Amor In Terris: A #TankaProse
What happens when we leave our love on ice? Does it crystalize, as life-giving moisture yields to physics? Does it persevere within its paralysis? Does it wither-in-place, yet one more frozen relic of a forsaken experience? What happens when we bring the fire of our desire upon our frozen love? Can we expect a life-restoring…
Frank J. Tassone 