Rain falls, rivers break, Old roads are shattered apart. Heaven touches earth. Lives plunged into turbulence, Balance regained at a cost.
Rain falls, rivers break, Old roads are shattered apart. Heaven touches earth. Lives plunged into turbulence, Balance regained at a cost.
Blessings fall from sky, Wiping away the shimmer. The earth sweeps away. Overhead stars mix with dust, Skyline painted timely blue.
Swallows in the sky, Nests waiting in mulberry. Pilgrimage circle. Winter respite completed, Final frost left in the north.
Grass grows among cracks, Wind blowing moves leaves and chaff. Once a green sea gone. Rolling thunderheads of black- One voice against future tide.
Governance on high, Viewing fixed on vast vistas. Justification- Single voice protest intrudes. Into the mud they are flung.
In exploring new and old poetic expressions, I came across a Tanka. Similar to the Haiku or earlier Hokku, it used a defined set of syllables (5-7-5-7-7) along with a overarching thematic. In the case of the Tanka, it was…