Six Tanka

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Of this week’s dozen words I have used: feast, empty, torn, escape, ghost, laugh
 


~~ 1 ~~
 
another ghost town
where we begin to trample
spirits in the dust—
a long, long dance at midnight
the Milky Way our partner
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
an old photograph—
two boys wrapped in a straw mat
trying not to laugh
remembering their mischief
in their geography class
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Ten thousand pigeons,
a furious featherstorm—
is there no escape
from the thunder of their wings
calling up clouds at noonday?
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
ripened pollen grains
hiding in the flower’s heart—
feast for bee and ant
and every other creature
seeking a treat for the tongue
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
pure honey of grace
in the daily quietude
of an empty house—
even the mice are napping
on this torrid afternoon
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
old paper, fresh words
torn envelope the canvas
for brushing haiku—
master stumbles out of bed
to fix his dream in black ink

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Posted on August 16, 2015, in 5-7-5-7-7, tanka, The Sunday Whirl and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Oh, that last one….holds such lyrical beauty.

  2. ‘A furious featherstorm’ – I’ll hear those words next time I’m near a bunch of birds heading skyward!

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  3. Number two is such a happy image. Love it.

  4. I’ll go along with Keith and applaud the ‘Furious Featherstorm’.

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