Day Fiveon APRIL 5, 2024 Friday is here, and so is the fifth day of Na/GloPoWriMo. Today’s featured participant is Narrative Paralysis, which brings us a spooky, cosmic poem in response to…
flanked in winter's veilsigns that spring is rather nearbefore you know itBrigid will whisk whisk awaythis curtain of fall gloryas she escorts the flowers she will run the showhave more…
🍁🍁🍁 The Autumn Equinox (September 22 - October 7) Shubun 秋分 🍁🍁🍁 Hello, dear friends. Firstly, I wish to extend you an invitation that was extended tome by Colleen: ⏩ LISTEN to the 24 Japanese…
Mesmerizing fete the migrating birds perform every year. Harmonious in design. I'm sure that even Lady Moon looks forward to this yearly event. But please remember to turn off the lights... Thanks for reading, my lovelies.
The fragrance of nature’s bounty: spice of life–the ultimate reward. What's your favorite spice? #syllabicpoetry #poem #poetry
A #tanka about conjuring a 'little spring' into your winter season by popping in one (or two) fruity candy drops in your mouth. I hope you felt something like a bit of spring, move inside your soul as you read.
Pouring a glass of water on New Year's Day reflects me a buoyant star, bouncing in the water in my glass, and I write a tanka poem.
Um, yeah, I did it again. I managed another recording of my voice. And this time, er, added music-- that's me practicing one tune over and over on the piano. Another homemade-100%-heart creative-endeavor I put together for you. Happy holidays.
TANKA IN ENGLISH: 5/7/5/7/7 syllable structure. Your Tanka will consist of 5 lines written in the first-person point of view from the perspective of the poet. #dVerse #tanka #poetry
For most people, this time of the year is a pleasant period. I close my eyes and can smell it: Sweet clementine, cinnamon, clove, and anisette cookies. But I’m nowhere close to any of those things. What do you see when you close your eyes?
I wrote you a Tanka, dear friends. The tanka, unlike the haiku, is a less rigid form, and more casual than the haiku. It allows the imagination to help the poet express feelings. Today, my subjects sing loud while the ocean is a deafening echo that sounds like peace. It's the perfect time to write a poem. Enjoy.