Tanka from Ellen Rowland's class (Tanka—an ancient Japanese form in five lines) lingering gaze liquid fire on my skin my rising heartbeat sixty-three years ago I still remember
You know, I write a poem a day. Some, they're okay, they're my daily work, exercising the muscle of my craft. But occasionally, I really like one. I also really like that Tanka. In sixteen words, it expresses exactly the flavor of that moment full of grace.
I was happy with this one too, Ellen. Sometimes they just fall out right! Earlier this week I wrote my first Shakespearean sonnet. HARD! Not my favorite form, but glad I tried. It will post in a couple of weeks. I work a few weeks ahead so I have time to edit before they post on my blog.
Amrita, I have so enjoyed this class with you. And I love your Tanka!
And I, with you!
You know, I write a poem a day. Some, they're okay, they're my daily work, exercising the muscle of my craft. But occasionally, I really like one. I also really like that Tanka. In sixteen words, it expresses exactly the flavor of that moment full of grace.
Oh, I like that.
Sometimes a little poem just falls out right.
I like it, too.
I love this sensual tanka, Amrita. So full of longing and nostalgia.
I was happy with this one too, Ellen. Sometimes they just fall out right! Earlier this week I wrote my first Shakespearean sonnet. HARD! Not my favorite form, but glad I tried. It will post in a couple of weeks. I work a few weeks ahead so I have time to edit before they post on my blog.
Looking forward to reading your sonnet, Amrita!
Excellent tanka... and delightfully erotic subject!
Such a vivid memory!