Tag: tanka
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Incarnating Inspiration
As if there could be any other way. As though muscles on metacarpals, under the muse’s sway, could do anything else… poeming this endlessly stretching blank page tonight, this white space just no rhymes, no words That moment when poet and poem bleed into each other. Who knows where one ends, the other begins? find…
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“late June sun…” a #tanka (6/27/24)
6/27/24: little late June sun “you make me love you with a little L…” still, we walk to and around Five Islands Park #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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“north wind…” a #tanka (6/24/24)
6/24/24: streets north wind sudden swaying trees on these streets what do you see before you die? #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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This Summer Solstice
Morning light breaks over the northernmost house on my block. My face bathes in it. I treasure it’s warmth for the time being. Later on, the latest sunset of the year passes without my notice. Solstice passing without comment still, I smile, seeing the Strawberry Moon for Tanka Poets on Site: Gerry Muse #412. Prompt…
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“summer hike…” a #tanka (6/21/24)
6/21/24: hammock summer hike strung between maples a hammock all these comforts of home #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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“solstice night…” a #TankaThursday #tanka (6/20/24)
6/20/24: recliner solstice night in the recliner before a campfire somewhere in the dark a Great Horned owl #TankaThursday#tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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“cannons silenced…” a #tanka (6/19/24)
6/19/24: late cannons silenced good news delivered too late the horrors we continue to perpetuate #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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“Rising heat…“ a #tanka (6/18/24)
6/18/24: sun break rising heatcowering under ACsour sun breakbut who can resistthese cardinals? #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
Frank J. Tassone 