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, 2018 9:52:16 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, post them to your wall. This challenge originally premiered in 2008. Good luck everyone!
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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.)
Posts: 7,240
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 1, 2018 9:17:58 GMT -5
11/1/18 It comes most mornings, That moment in the darkness Before it is time. No bell bids me to arise When aches of age can do it.
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Post by Miura Suzume on Nov 2, 2018 11:52:48 GMT -5
2 November 2018
a rime of fall frost coats her skin in icy white; if only I could breathe a tropic breath across this continent to warm her
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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 2, 2018 15:48:25 GMT -5
How can it be that The gingko is dressed in green Instead of bright gold? A strange warm wind dries the air; The season is out of joint.
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Post by Miura Suzume on Nov 2, 2018 18:11:23 GMT -5
How can it be that The gingko is dressed in green Instead of bright gold? A strange warm wind dries the air; The season is out of joint. From my court, where trees never once adorn their red or golden raiment, but only deign to wear green, the whole world feels out of place.
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Post by Miura Suzume on Nov 3, 2018 9:42:02 GMT -5
3 November 2018
early september has sent an ambassador to visit the south; a token appearance of what merely resembles fall
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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 3, 2018 23:12:52 GMT -5
After a full day Attending a new Princess I took the coast road. Handfuls of stars vied with mist To guide my path home again.
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Post by Miura Suzume on Nov 4, 2018 14:44:40 GMT -5
4 November 2018
a bow drawn beyond its limit will surely break; so too might the soul of this stubborn archer who never remembers to rest
(Guess who suffered a significant amount of yumi-based blunt force trauma today...)
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 4, 2018 23:29:20 GMT -5
5 November, 2018
The sun does not care About numbers on a clock She just treads the sky. I shall miss my afternoons As winter darkness holds sway.
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Post by Miura Suzume on Nov 5, 2018 19:13:18 GMT -5
Sunset paints the clouds plum purple with red bellies-- long, lithe dragons that reach for the edge of the world, then fall away to darkness.
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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, 2018 0:48:38 GMT -5
Even late at night, The clouds go rosy with light From the nearby port. Ships from far away bring forth And bear away their treasures.
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Post by Miura Suzume on Nov 6, 2018 14:42:36 GMT -5
6 November 2018
Nothing tests my will more than cleaning the office refrigerator. Why must I throw out good food when I could eat it instead?
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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 7, 2018 0:48:51 GMT -5
An afternoon breeze Carries the scent of the sea Through open windows. I stop to admire the lap Of those persistent blue waves.
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Post by Miura Suzume on Nov 7, 2018 10:33:34 GMT -5
7 November 2018
A mother fish who carries her fry in her mouth must beware the line between keeping her children safe and swallowing them whole.
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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 8, 2018 1:15:13 GMT -5
At last the maple Changes into new attire Of green edged crimson. Yet the breeze is still too warm By the calendar's counting.
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