Tag: tanka
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“so many years…” a #tanka
11/12/19: in concert so many years since seeing the Kinks in concert fresh snow falling on my memories #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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“browning leaves…” a #tanka (11/11/19)
11/11/19: mirror image dream browning leaves so the mirror image dream of departed spring bow your heads in gratitude to our Veterans today #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #VeteransDay2019
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#Haikai Challenge #112 (11/10/19): Veterans Day/Beaver Moon #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
Endured the wind long enough, haijin? Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Peter2. Indira3. Jules4. Tessa5. Dwight L. Roth 6. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr7. Reena Saxena8. Jade Li/Lisa9. Deborah10. Xenia Tran 11. Kerfe Roig12. Linda Lee Lyberg13. Janice Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Ultreya! November progresses, and here in the Hudson…
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A November with Basho, Day 9
Deeply touched by the famous pine at Takekuma, twin trunks just as long ago… reported to have been cut down and replaced several times, it stood like a relic of a thousand years, impossibly perfect. The poet Kyohaka had given me a poem at my departure: remember to show my master the famous Takekuma pine,…
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“Where is Vivian…” a #tanka (11/8/19)
11/8/19: seen in the lake Where is Vivan our own Lady of the lake with Excalibur? How our land needs an Arthur to bear light to this darkness! #tanka #kyoka #micropoetry #poetry
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“aching joints…” a #tanka (11/7/19)
11/7/19: prompt free aching joints an afternoon of coming rain so much time invested for such a small return #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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“Autumn chill…” a #tanka (11/6/19)
11/6/19: blooms out of season Autumn chill and an unexpected annual blossom all too soon withered petals join the fallen foliage #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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Lupine Ultimatum: a #tankaprose
…She is a howling in the wilderness we can never see… -from The Memory Palace, by Mira Bartók A mere howl away. That’s as far as the family has roamed. That’s all I need do, and their answer will guide me to them. Why don’t I? I am the Alpha, father to my cubs, mate of…
Frank J. Tassone 