Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Oct 31, 2015 19:55:30 GMT -5
It's almost November and you know what THAT means! 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 Ki no Kotori on Nov 1, 2015 0:27:30 GMT -5
Rain on All Hallows This scent of the argent air Borne on the cold wind Purgatory's Holy Souls Stretch out their trembling fingers
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2015 7:55:54 GMT -5
A pair of friends wed While leaves and rain fall outside. We eat and revel Shaking the walls of the lodge. Together against the world.
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Nov 1, 2015 17:52:31 GMT -5
Blank paper canvas, Let the muse flow freely through - Illuminate me! Show me how I can capture, The last whispers of sunlight.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 1, 2015 21:58:12 GMT -5
Oh for a chill breeze To rattle the scarlet leaves On the garden path. I swelter in heavy sleeves: The seasons are out of sync.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2015 6:12:41 GMT -5
Red dogwood graces the yard of our current home. Red maple walls the garden of our home to be. So much time for us between.
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Nov 2, 2015 19:39:28 GMT -5
Dancing like maidens Red, orange and yellow leaves On the maple tree Sing me a song of autumn Daughters of the northeast winds!
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 2, 2015 23:08:52 GMT -5
I wake in darkness, The rush of rain on the roof Loud, then soft again. All too soon I must go out Into the season's first storm.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2015 6:39:59 GMT -5
Wagons fill the road into the city today. Frayed tempers lead to hot words between the drivers. North wind fails to cool our hearts.
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Nov 3, 2015 15:24:33 GMT -5
Outside my window Maple leaves burst into flame And slowly wither Death drifts in with November And starts redecorating
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 4, 2015 0:31:52 GMT -5
Words from my father Late in the evening are a Long held tradition. He is not so far away When I listen to his tales.
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Nov 4, 2015 1:33:56 GMT -5
11/2 (forgot to post this hear last night!)
Alone in this world, I set forth on my journey. Let the trumpets sound! Let the percussionist play! I will rise to meet this storm.
11/3
How I laughed and cried, Under your green canopy, It was summer then, My Marvelous Sequoia, But Autumn's law will not yield.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2015 6:53:36 GMT -5
The distance is large, between the old place and new, but so pleasant the landing and destination that the leap is effortless.
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Nov 4, 2015 22:28:07 GMT -5
Suminagashi Grey clouds above make patterns Like ink on water Underneath, the colored leaves Stir and rustle nervously
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 5, 2015 0:10:42 GMT -5
Finally blushing, The tall maple's leaves begin Their showy decline. She blazes like a bright torch In late afternoon sunlight.
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