Trying Tanka. I'm missing some syllables. I'm not sure if the "less is more" approach to syllables holds with Tanka like it does with Haiku. More to learn!
Outside are birdsong
and white and purple flowers --
I listen sometimes,
and sometimes really see,
but I'm no monk.
Sunday, May 24, 2015
Friday, May 1, 2015
From Last Night
At dusk,
birdsong and warm wind--
and the smell of tacos.
In the stifling room,
voices talk of freedom,
hope, love... And the heat.
Evergreen trees
shake gently in the breeze,
swaying to birdsong.
birdsong and warm wind--
and the smell of tacos.
In the stifling room,
voices talk of freedom,
hope, love... And the heat.
Evergreen trees
shake gently in the breeze,
swaying to birdsong.
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