Walking Home
A light rain falling; The washed air glows in sunlight. Droplets bounce and burst, Sparkling, from the umbrella. My own portable rainbow.
Well, this isn't my original idea - there was a Tanka-A-Day Challenge on the Tousando Boards a while back, and seeing Stealing Plums' Haiku Week challenge... I decided to start one, too! In the tradition of the Japanese linked poetry, write a tanka. Historically, the subject is nature, an emotion, a brief experience, etc, and the poems were linked - one person would write a poem, the recipient would respond with a poem that related to the first - you'll see a lot of references to this sort of thing in the Tale of Genji, when he's courting just about every woman in the Imperial palace at some point or other. (If you're medieval, Japanese, and educated, this is all extremely HAWT stuff.) For this challenge, write a tanka. Use Ficly's prequel/sequel options to respond to other challengers! See if you can poetically flirt with as many people as possible in the next month. :) Ideally, try writing one a day. For another explanation of tanka, look here: http://www.americantanka.com/about.html
A light rain falling; The washed air glows in sunlight. Droplets bounce and burst, Sparkling, from the umbrella. My own portable rainbow.
Poisons of fatigue Mind in diurnal limbo Eyelids falling down Resistance is useless here Sleep descends and summons me
Bartelyby’s cigar Rolled by the Havanah hands The dwarf gently blew with eyes inflamed, jealousy. Grease paint clown, get behind me.
I wrote this as a sequel to Nancy’s Tanka along the roadside. I thought that this might explain why the clown was there. She rode the ponies over broken peanut…
Sitting in the dark. Occasionally they ask, “Have we shown our worth?” But no answer ever comes. And no answer ever will.
Parked right by the road clown in peanut butter truck munching granola radio leaks Sinatra into painted sunset air