NIGHTTIME
Chiming crickets
Chatter after natures
Crying jag, earths perfumed
Scent drifts from saturated clay
Into my spirit.
© 2015 Charles Waters. All rights reserved.
Chiming crickets
Chatter after natures
Crying jag, earths perfumed
Scent drifts from saturated clay
Into my spirit.
© 2015 Charles Waters. All rights reserved.
Margarita Engle has challenged us to write a tanka this month. She suggests we think of it as a five-line travel diary about a subject of our choice. Click HERE for more details.
Send your tanka to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on March 27th. One lucky participant will win an autographed copy of Margarita's delightful new picture book:
When I researched tanka at the beginning of this month, I discovered it means "short song". (Maybe you knew that already.) Yours is a veritable symphony, Charles. My ears thank you. And so does the rest of me.
ReplyDeleteWhat a fabulous little Ditty, Michelle! I am putting "tanka" on my March "To Do" list. Love the sounds in this one, Charles!
ReplyDeleteCharles is master of the just right word. Love "crying jag."
ReplyDeleteMichelle, Charles' tanka is full of alliteration that rolls off my tongue and I love the movement in the poem. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteAlso, you and Charles are mentioned in The Poetry Daily, http://paper.li/GoodBlogPosts8/1316608961, as was my tanka.
ReplyDeleteThat "perfumed scent" certainly makes me wistful for spring. Beautiful image, Charles.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words everyone. Your encouragement is greatly appreciated!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful tanka!
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful, Charles!
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