Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Oct 31, 2013 11:26:50 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 Deleted on Nov 1, 2013 6:34:12 GMT -5
I call this tanka, "Stereo Instructions".
Press power button. Press "Tray Open/Close" button. Place disc in disc tray. Press "Tray Open/Close" button. Press "Play" button to play disc.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 1, 2013 10:56:30 GMT -5
11/1/13
Cresting a hillside, I could cup it in my hands. My reach is too short. The golden teacup moon seems Caught in a web of branches.
For Griffin Garrett of the Barony of Winter's Gate, who took me on a quest for the aurora borealis last Friday night. A spectacular moonrise more than made up for no auroral display.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 1, 2013 15:53:38 GMT -5
1 Nov 2013 Fires are burning In anticipation of Friendly company Morning rains have now yielded To the golden autumn sun. *Getting ready for game night @ishiyama-dono: I love it! Saionji Shonagon: I wish I could have been there. Too bad about the Aurora. I hope to take abe up hunting for the northern lights some day.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 1, 2013 17:20:11 GMT -5
1 Nov 2013 Saionji Shonagon: I wish I could have been there. Too bad about the Aurora. I hope to take abe up hunting for the northern lights some day. People too numerous to remember send their fond regards to "EE." And honestly, that moon and the un-light-polluted sky made up for not seeing the Aurora. It was an absolutely delightful trip.
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Post by akikonomu on Nov 1, 2013 22:10:20 GMT -5
Well, my first attempt to post a Tanka seems to have failed. Phooey.
Here is my first entry in the Autumn Tanka Challenge
It is called Mount Rainier at Sunset
Above the foothills, the Great Mountain rises up gilded by the sun. One face glows with golden light the other hides in shadows.
I was inspired by Saionji-san's Challenge last November, to do a A&S 50 Waka Challenge. This entry makes #47.
Akikonomu
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2013 5:44:30 GMT -5
One sleeps quite badly when the concerns of the week weight and worry you. How wonderful the week's end and its different problems.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 2, 2013 14:09:12 GMT -5
2 Nov 2013
Gently autumn winds toss the gold and crimson leaves across the landscape, in tumultuous flurries they presage the winter snows.
*Just thinking about Autumn. The changing leaves are always beautiful this time of year.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 2, 2013 19:26:52 GMT -5
11/2/13
The maple out front Still defies the season with Sleeves still mostly green. Only a few flecks of red Hint at what is yet to come.
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Post by akikonomu on Nov 2, 2013 20:21:49 GMT -5
11/2/13 High winds come roaring in on the wings of the storm. Fir limbs crack and groan. Needles fall like heavy rain. Winter storm season is here.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2013 7:50:37 GMT -5
"Ode to a Feast Component"
O, little cakes of egg and cheese so warm and soft, why must you be but one item on this menu and not the feast entire.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 3, 2013 12:16:47 GMT -5
11/3/13
An old song plays on Within a fragment of dream Unheard by others. Who was I dancing with then Beneath the breath of the stars?
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Nov 3, 2013 15:17:48 GMT -5
November 3, 2013
Greetings! Come in! Drink! Now is the season for mugs, Together they sing, Raised high and filled with sunlight. “To the spoils of Autumn!”
*A toast raised in celebration! While it might have only been cider, the sentiment is all the same. It is only when it is cold that we truly appreciate warmth.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2013 7:10:22 GMT -5
Even following lines on the fabric with a paint filled brush can be a taste of what it must feel like to be a true artist.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 4, 2013 18:13:31 GMT -5
11/4/13
As the days shorten The light seems to lean sharply, Eager for sunset. Fooled by warm breezes, the trees Seem heedless of winter's fate.
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