Tag: tanka
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“a Regents day…” a #tanka (6/3/19)
6/3/19: Magnolia a Regents day and “Sugar Magnolia” becomes my earworm but soon the aroma of fresh hops will be mine #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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#Haikai Challenge #88 (6/1/19): summer-like (natsumeku) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
Thank you for your celebration of memorial. Have you had enough fawning around yet? 😉 Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Jules2. Tessa3. Reena Saxena4. Jane Dougherty 5. Xenia Tran6. Jules 27. Revived Writer8. Janice 9. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr10. Deborah11. Linda Lee Lyberg Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Looking ahead:…
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Night Terrors: a #GerryMuse #TankaProse
The last twilight fades. Even a flicker of firelight lay beyond sight. A new moon arises invisible in the sky. Even the stars fail to twinkle, as overnight clouds roll in. The surrounding space becomes simultaneously becomes expansive and constrictive. Clautrophobia and agorophobia unite as useless eyes peer into the black. Every rustled leaf, katydid…
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“nightmare…” a #tanka (5/31/19)
5/31/19: tenderness nightmare his mother tucks him in with such tenderness a nightingale sings under a new moon #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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“a long walk…” a #tanka (5/30/19)
5/30/19: a long walk a long walk into the coming storm flashes in the sky as the last observation draws closer with every step #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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“an overdue visit…” a #tanka (5/28/19)
5/28/19: preparing for something an overdue visitto Mom and Dad’s grave, postponedby rain again …preparing in vain once moreto see their memorial #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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“I never made…” a #tanka (5/27/19)
5/27/19: something you have never done before I never made the ultimate sacrifice Memorial Day yet the beaches still open the barbecues grill on #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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One Step: a #writephoto #tankaprose
It’s a space I could call home. A manucured lawn, a tended landscape, slate pavers laid in a welcoming walkway. All I need to do is step through this open door. But the surrounding darkness ensnares me. A paralyzing anxiety consumes me. Would that I let this tantalizing fear go and take… Just one more…
Frank J. Tassone 