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 Oct 31, 2012 21:33:52 GMT -5
It's getting to be that time! Here's the concept: Write one tanka (waka)* a day for the month of November. *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.) Adherence to the 5-7-5-7-7 line/syllable count is required, otherwise it's not a tanka. It's poetry, not stereo instructions. It should say something and it should make sense. No rewrites. (I know, I'm evil, but it's part of the process of practicing this form. At least for me.) If you want to share your poems, you may post them to this thread. This challenge originally premiered in 2008. Good luck everyone!
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Post by Nagamochi on Nov 1, 2012 0:18:41 GMT -5
Autumn wind mirrors one's heart as another's sleeves flutter toward Caid. Tears would sting frozen cheeks but cannot well from a ripped hole.
Side note: Damn do I feel rusty.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 1, 2012 7:50:22 GMT -5
The changing seasons Decorate the autumn trees On Mt. Arashi Chanting of Amida's name Can be heard at new dawn's break.
-Ii
*Mt. Arashi = Arashiyama (嵐山), aka "Storm Mountain", on the outskirts of Kyoto
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Post by Sō Haruko on Nov 1, 2012 23:37:28 GMT -5
November moonrise its golden halo bringing the chill in deeper ... amid the voices, all I want is to be alone with you
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 2, 2012 0:31:53 GMT -5
11/1/12
The sky shakes out sleeves In varied layers of grey Against greyer hills. The trees wait like sentries in Their black liveried rows.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 2, 2012 12:44:51 GMT -5
11/2/12
As I catalogue The current bruise collection I have learned a truth: No one has ever called this The Way of the Borrowed Sword.
(Last night the loaner gear I've been working with was not available and I was instead made to work with a freakin' crowbar belonging to a dear friend who has beefy, manly arms. It was frustrating in the extreme.)
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Post by Sō Haruko on Nov 3, 2012 10:37:06 GMT -5
11/2/12
a chill autumn breeze scraping rusty clouds across a worn-away sky I long for the bare comfort of an untended garden
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 4, 2012 1:18:06 GMT -5
11/3/12
A low hanging moon Supervises as I wend My way slowly home. It was a good evening, Already I miss my friends.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 4, 2012 9:12:36 GMT -5
11/4/2
Expected pastries Dance upon the inner tongue Yet they do not come; Too thick the dough for frying Too long the time to redo.
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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 Nov 4, 2012 11:47:57 GMT -5
Damn, now I want tayaki for breakfast....
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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 Nov 4, 2012 23:25:37 GMT -5
11/4/12
Somehow, "good night" turned Into a conversation We needed to have. At last, though, we parted with Smiles and friendly embraces.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 5, 2012 23:04:13 GMT -5
11/5
Cold winter winds Shake and rattle leafless limbs As trees fall asleep I stand here, among the pines, Thinking on my far off home.
Sent from my Nexus S 4G using proboards
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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 Nov 6, 2012 0:51:12 GMT -5
The street is quiet. A dog barks somewhere outside But for a moment. I shut a window against Silence, both inside and out.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 6, 2012 20:59:27 GMT -5
11/6
The colorful signs Finally are taken down After many months After the cockfights finish It is time for us to drink!
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 6, 2012 23:38:30 GMT -5
11/6/12
Unseasonable Are these warm afternoons and Cloudless azure skies. The truth is revealed in the Slanting light of afternoon.
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