Jasmine tanka

Fragrant with Jasmine
captured in the evening air
The essence of Spring
And here with warmer evenings
embellish the privilege

Bluebell tanka

Bluebells in sunshine
Indicative of April
raise their lovely heads
and with prelude to laughter
dance as Spring looks to Summer

Tanka week VII (Saturday)

7 of 7

My tanka week ends
Seven days and many words
every one from heart
And every one fashioned here
for reading delectation

Tanka week VI (Friday)

6 of 7

The penultimate
Nine lines more to speak my voice
Not to wane or waste
but here for ‘carpe diem’
Seize the day and capture all

Tanka week V (Thursday)

5 of 7

And then to rhythm
with the timbre and syntax
sounding as a drum
with feet tapping to the beat
allows this tanka to speak

Tanka week IV (Wednesday)

4 of 7

Sunshine speaks today
as its warmth embraces me
And compelled to sing
breathing deep I lift my voice
with these words I have to share

Tanka week III (Tuesday)

3 of 7

For there’s mystery
at times when inspiration
speaks out loud and long
a challenge to the poet
to capture the moment true

Tanka week II (Monday)

2 of 7

This week I will write
in thirty-one syllables
something every day
to capture joy and substance
in my words to speak and sing

Tanka week I (Sunday)

1 of 7

For this coming week
every day a Tanka new
for reading pleasure
And a challenge to the words
and the poet who writes them

First III (tanka)

3 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months III’ series

And so November
Colder days have taken hold
As wrapped up people shiver
into the winter
with the swansong of Autumn
for the year-end’s curtain call

First II

2 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months III’ series

October is here
as autumn waits in the wings
and the greenery turns brown
leaves begin falling
for the underfoot crunching
into the face of winter

Tri-Tanka V (coffee)

Fussy? Yes perhaps
but for me there’s no excuse
for tasteless coffee
made carelessly without soul
Listless, dull and moribund

Tri-Tanka IV (Lancing Beach)

Once again relaxed
Lancing Beach does that for me
Every single time
The sound of the moving sea
The sight of the ocean waves
And I’m in my element

Tri-Tanka III (light)

Yes, it is morning
But time clings to night time still
and my pen falters
Caught between a moment there
the clarity hides behind

Tri-Tanka II (Festive)

All decorations
up by first of December
Christmas is coming
Though earlier every year
commerce would have us believe

No bah and humbug
despite my reservations
As into spirit
flowing with the tinsel here
my heart goes to the yuletide

Tri-Tanka I (tanka)

To start this series
in thirty-one syllables
Japanese Tanka
A short song to bring you joy
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So here are first lines
Crafted by the poet’s hand
Found and captured here
To form and syntax structured
Voicing life in five short lines

Tanka: Morning Love

 

you awaken me

dove’s wing kisses on pale skin

Last day tanka

Twenty seventeen
And with Auld Lang Syne tonight
For sake of old times
We’ll take a cup of kindness
Old acquaintances renewed

Christmas Mummer – December 18, 2017 (tanka)

eventide
waltzing through the street
winter mummers*
twirling golden fairy lights
one for every season

gsk ’17

Autumn Reflections (haiku -tanka)

 

orange squash
bubbling in a pot
silence deepens
then from the window
laughter! children playing ball

evening shadow
in the naked kaki* tree
a last leaf falls

gsk ’17

• kaki – persimmon

Dichotomy (tanka)

Without is sunshine
new green, a warm gentle breeze—

#Tanka: Scorching

Scorching summer sun

 

Throws shadows on hot pavement

#Tanka: Reflection & Vision

Memories fill hearts

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#Tanka: What Is Love

 

Savage heart ponders

 

When desire runs rampantly

Help for a haiku

Stuck in a Haiku?
Feel that you’ve nowhere to go?
Why not try Tanka?
Two extra lines to play with
and thirty-one syllables

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Rest in Peace

tanka

I lie down in peace
releasing all cares to God
who works while I sleep

Fog on the Ring – tanka

Fog thick as pea soup
shrouds the Sussex countryside
Trees hide like shadows
Quiet whispers, coy and shy
as again I climb the Ring