Saionji Shonagon
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One dreamed of becoming somebody. Another remained awake and became. (Found in a fortune cookie.)
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Mar 31, 2018 20:13:25 GMT -5
It's almost April and you know what THAT means! Here's the concept: Write one tanka (waka)* a day for the month of April. *Resources on tanka: www.ahapoetry.com/TANKA.HTMwww.americantanka.com/www.wodefordhall.com/heianpoetryjam.htmThe spirit of this poetic form being the impermanence of this dewdrop life, no other make-ups are permitted. If you miss a day, you miss a day and as in real life, you never get it back. (You're on the honor system here....) No limits on subject matter other than any you chose to impose upon yourself. Hopefully, some moment in your day will inspire you to write about it. If you write more than one tanka a day, fine. However, you may not carry over tanka to other days. You have to write a poem on each day. (If you are inspired to "answer" someone else's poem, great. Personally, if I do so, I am not going to count it toward my daily assignment. The idea is to come up with something myself each day. What you do is up to you.)
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Post by momoyama on Apr 1, 2018 9:54:26 GMT -5
Friend’s baby is born mine’s to university early in the morn’ bittersweet is the feeling emptiness will pass they say
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2018 22:29:06 GMT -5
Not sure about this I usually miss some days Perhaps this not time Besides, it's hardly Spring time Here at home we might get snow
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 1, 2018 23:52:15 GMT -5
Late afternoon sun Conspires with a playful breeze And the calls of birds. After a busy morning I cannot control a yawn.
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Apr 2, 2018 0:12:03 GMT -5
The blossomed branches Shiver under a blanket Of freshly-fallen snow Love’s tender bud withering At your wintery welcome
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Apr 2, 2018 0:17:09 GMT -5
Sunrise melodies, Awaken cool ocean air, Kissed by Easter’s gifts. Would it be foolish of me, To name this day, Perfect Spring?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 16:04:05 GMT -5
And snowy it was. After days of festival, a whitened world waits. Red robins hop among the storm's cold gifts that coat the world.
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Post by momoyama on Apr 2, 2018 18:48:15 GMT -5
A warm April breeze of pollen and yellow sand carries my notes up Into thick cedar forest where they echo back to me
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2018 8:22:45 GMT -5
I work near rivers and this is the time of year waterfowl return. I can't much stand angry geese, but I hope we get ducklings.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 3, 2018 9:00:23 GMT -5
4/2/18 (Proboards was down last night when I tried to post this.)
Blossoms give way to the Clatter of hammering and Rising walls and roofs. Even the birds are drowned out By relentless construction.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 3, 2018 9:04:54 GMT -5
4/3/18 Instead of songbirds, Defiant crows greet the dawn With their rough clamor. They taunt the men in hard hats And mock the ugly condos.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2018 9:16:47 GMT -5
I picture Mistress at her writing desk early, inspiration fresh from the land of morning dreams, distracted by crows and cranes.
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Apr 4, 2018 1:53:26 GMT -5
04.02.18 Winter froze my muse, Each letter, each word, each verse~ Thaws the deepest freeze. Poetry is my spring rain, My unashamed thunderclap.
04.03.18 Lightening strikes The Bay! Quickly and without warning. We throw curses back, But the storm continues past, Unimpressed with our shouting.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2018 8:16:35 GMT -5
Away in the West, anger becomes violence. This is not honor. Consequences for action or inaction reach too far.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 4, 2018 10:20:46 GMT -5
For Maya.
Phenomenal woman, She'd have been ninety today That poet teacher. Still her words rise to inspire From a past rooted in pain.
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