Tag Archives: Tanka

Obeisance

Before the glory Bowing heads in submission Obeisance offeredObeisance is recognized Before the glory I seeBowing heads in tearsA thousand soul released From the chains of nowReturning home humbledObeisance offered in silence. January 26, 2021

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Gauze

Alone note struck The last of winter birds sings A piano plays note A grove – suspended silence A rose awaits the end of gauze. … December 28, 2020

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A ballad of a lonely raindrop!

This poem is an experimentation with Haiku and Tanka forms. It is also a reflection on the year of the pandemic as the year draws closer to its end. A storm passed? Let’s hope. … Lonely raindrop left An angry … Continue reading

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Pond frog

(1) A summer pond muddy In perfect jumps a frog crosses A shrinking life. (2) A fallen leaf Remains a reminder of dying Spring has gone. (3) Earth stretches Bare park falls asleep Squirrel scans. (4) Frog tries to escape … Continue reading

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Cloud…click

Thunder is called Click click click maddening click Letter waved cloud What does the child utter? Born in emptiness staring. April 2, 2019

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Smelly roses

A group of youngsters A path lined with prickly flowers A smell, a colourful pond A crying child cowering lost A coin, sweaty corner in smelly paint March 26, 2019

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Reference

Reference me! I have been asked for a thought I wrote a note I do not recognise the name There are thousand faces missing. March 19, 2019

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Winter flower

Thousand flowers Grow in spring and die Lonely flower Grows in winter and dies Still it is rare and wonder. March 17,2019

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Distance

A lonely A mathematician measures The distance Between him and her, hundreds Of ways except walking. March 15, 2019

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Cudgel

Cudgel – A heavy built boy who was Often bullied at School Now a success sought after By old buddies two faced liars. June 8, 2018

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