A Tanka is another Japanese form of poetry that follows a syllable format. This poem is composed of 5 lines. Lines 1 and 3 have 5 syllables. Lines 2, 4, and 5 contain 7 syllables each.
I have always problem to follow any rule of poem. Cause mostly when I do its sounds quiet tight. In free verse I really free. So I have always big admiration to someone who can proceed with just relaxing and open style. This poem it's really feel like Japanese. Also have very nice touch of nature. I like special that end with a circle.,it's kind of give poem spiritual dimension. Again well done.
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Thanks Martin - your comments are always welcomed :-)
6 Years Ago
I am very happy you like my c omments. Keep make great and good writing.
I think I wrote a Tanka once! Always love it when someone digs up a poetic form that’s rarely seen! I love the distinct word picture you’ve offered and I especially love the last line, which denotes the selfless never-ending style of parenting! *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie
Hi Phill! I love these poetry forms that you introduce us to. So delicate and lyrically meted out. Your picture of mama and baby birds is a perfect complement to your lovely words that flow like water dancing over stones. The natural imagery is so refreshing and touching. Superb.
A constant form very finely created - and a a creation that only Nature can reproduce with such amazing beauty. A delightful tanka!
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I tip my hat for your kind review - Smiles sent with thanks :-)
6 Years Ago
I live almost in the middle of nowhere.. always have, the countryside is on par with church.. Saw a .. read moreI live almost in the middle of nowhere.. always have, the countryside is on par with church.. Saw a white egret the other day very few swallows skittling about..It's all free and beautiful.. Oh i saw a real murmuration too a last year.. circuled and soared and sweot the sky over Supermarket, swear they were attraced to light, maybe heat.. there were dozens of us scattered around the car park for ages.. oh i cant feel such a high, emotionally, here and now.. was ... was.. just was. oops.
Strange, was going to snatch my words from here and send as a messageThat murmuration was free as fr.. read moreStrange, was going to snatch my words from here and send as a messageThat murmuration was free as free yet one of the most wonderful sights ever. OK gone.. destroy if you will!
And now I know what a Tanka is (besides an Italian place to put gas) Thanks to you Phil.This form sounds interesting and a challenge. Gonna have to try It. Good job! Nature poems are always one of my favorites. A 95 that I'll change to a 100 when you make 'tends it young ' to 'tends It's young.'
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Yes - a typo error here - thanks for noticing and the kind review (hope I get the extra points now) .. read moreYes - a typo error here - thanks for noticing and the kind review (hope I get the extra points now) :-)
I have always problem to follow any rule of poem. Cause mostly when I do its sounds quiet tight. In free verse I really free. So I have always big admiration to someone who can proceed with just relaxing and open style. This poem it's really feel like Japanese. Also have very nice touch of nature. I like special that end with a circle.,it's kind of give poem spiritual dimension. Again well done.
Posted 6 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
6 Years Ago
Thanks Martin - your comments are always welcomed :-)
6 Years Ago
I am very happy you like my c omments. Keep make great and good writing.
...beautiful form and feel, with brilliant imagery. I had a nesting of mourning doves last spring and was able to watch two baby squabs hatch from an egg, to taking flight. It truly is something to behold. Thank you for sharing this, Phil!
I am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death.
Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..