A Small Gathering of Tanka.

waterlily in our pond.

 

The form I love the best. For my tanka lovin’ friends.

 

1.-

The moon floats on wisps

Of clouds extending outward.

Tendrils of white fire

Blanketing the universe

Gauzy ghosts of nothingness.

 

2.—

Come into my arms.

Bury under the warm quilt.

Your scent makes me drunk

Like the wine we gulped last night.

Too much lust and drink to think.

 

3.—–

Give me a moment!

Let me catch my breath, settle.

Give me some peace.

Stop kissing my hands, stop it!

What if someone is watching?

 

4.—-

Presence of Autumn

Burst of color radiates

From Earth-bound anchors

Sun grabs prismatic beauty

And tosses the spectrum wide!

 

5.—

Bolts of lightening flash!

The sky brightens like the day

too soon it darkens.

My eyes opened or closed see

the futility of love.

 

6.—

Had I not known life

I would have thought it all dreams.

Who is to tell truth?

It comes at too sharp a price.

Better to bear flattery.

 

7.-

Cranes wheeled in the sky

Their chiding cries fell to hard earth

Warm mid winter day

A pale half moon calls the birds

To stroke her face with soft wings.

 

8-

Glimpse of a white wrist

Feel the pulse of blood beneath-

This is seduction!

But catch a wry, cunning smile

One learns all is artifice.

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2008-2016

 

An email from Jingle Nozelar Yan (JP at Olive Grove ):

“when you post on word press or blogger, you do not have to pay or ask permission in person. which is what we count for.”

Every poet and poet group I frequent would find that surprising.  There are Copyright Laws in the US, Jingle. Even in China. But bless your little  heart.

Please  don’t read my work on her site. If you care about literature, you will go to the original source and bypass Jingle Bells.

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9 Responses to “A Small Gathering of Tanka.”

  1. Brian Says:

    My favorites are #2 and #7, but all are splendid and flow together in a story line of love/lust as the white cranes dance in the background.

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  2. Miss Stacy Says:

    this complete poem is just mesmerizing. it’s like stealing someone else’s moments!

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  3. ladynyo Says:

    Oh~ that’s a lovely way to look at them@ I wrote them randomly but perhaps you are right. I’ll read them again! Thank you, Miss Stacy, for reading and your illustrative comment.

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  4. ladynyo Says:

    Wow! You are the second reader to see them as a whole. I better look at them again. Thank you, Brian. I posted these with you and one other in mind.

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  5. Brian Says:

    Thank you. 🙂 There is an overall theme of white: light, lust, cranes, moon, a blankness waiting to be colored.

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  6. ladynyo Says:

    Oh! I never saw that, Brian. That is why poetry must be read by others. It teaches the original poet what they wrote@!

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  7. mother wintermoon Says:

    Gorgeous! I also saw them in context as small poems relating to each as a whole. 😊

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  8. ladynyo Says:

    thank you, Mother Wintermoon! That opens my eyes to what poetry read by others does. And this is right, The poet writes, releases the poem, and the readers interpret it in their own experience. thank you so much for reading and your lovely comment. I learn more from readers views than I ever know about my own poetry!

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  9. mother wintermoon Says:

    ❤️

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