Standing all alone
in your bright new uniform
magenta and white
expectant, ready to shine
darling child of the meadow
This is my penultimate post for, http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/full-tanka/
Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o
Standing all alone
in your bright new uniform
magenta and white
expectant, ready to shine
darling child of the meadow
This is my penultimate post for, http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/full-tanka/
Hey, begonia
who wouldn’t be cheered by you?
such beautiful blooms
orange as orange can be
maybe you fell from heaven
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Purple for pleasure
clamouring so tall and proud
neat, tidy, formal
with thousands of stars apiece
a garden constellation
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Ben Huberman at the WordPress Daily Post says,
What’s better than a perfect bite? Two perfect bites.
If haiku is the sashimi of poetry, tanka is its heartier hand roll cousin.
Traditional tanka contain five lines instead of haiku’s three, and 31 syllables instead of 17. The structure is that of a haiku followed by two additional lines of seven syllables each: 5-7-5-7-7. (Many contemporary poets take liberties with the specifics, and you can, too.)
So as I post a haiku or a tanka (if I’m not too lazy) every Thursday, I thought I’d have a try at a whole weeks worth for the Weekly Writing Challenge.
I plan to use a season of flowers as my theme, one for each month from March to September.

White magnolia
chic supermodel of spring
delicate petals
such effortless elegance
gracing gardens of England
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Flaming acer leaves
now that summer is over
last bright offering
season sends you tumbling
trickling over the fall
This week Celestine Nudanu has joined me and has created a wonderful tanka based on my photo, visit her and have a look. http://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/2013/10/17/a-tanka-autumn/ Join in too if you feel like it!
My Dartmoor series continues with some contented locals.
Shelter beside rocks
grazing in peace without fear
Scotch black-faced ram sheep
shaggy fleece hangs soft and pale
soon they’ll fetch you for the shear.
The lazy poet is as much about words as photography, hence the image is small. You can click to see a larger version if you want. 🙂