Yearning & Matrimoney
A narrative on yearning, burning desire, and three tankas on grsm groups. ### preamble the scheme for the narrative "yearning" below is 4a/4a/9a 4b/4b/9b 8c/5d/8c/5d 8e/8e 4f/4f/9f.
Snow in July & The Train
Here's four tasteful tankas to pick you up and get you going.
February
A melancholy seasonal narrative constructed from five tankas. ### february snow falls like petals / over your soft countenance / framing your beauty / spring comes only to see you / and weeps joyful rains of tears / your footpaws blooming / as
Sea Foam
A short tanka on things that cover and take. ### sea foam sea foam claws clinging all-encompassing whiteness trapping earth below hoarded bubbles collapse slow and yet voids leave me nothing.
Hand of Love
(tanka 5-7-5-7-7) **it was in that hand** **where all the fear left my soul,** **where i felt at home,** **where i found the peace to sleep,** **where i found a true angel.** [!
Face Paints (Haiku Construction)
In wake of a recent discussion on what constitutes tanka/haiku in english, i've decided to exposit a little bit. the haiku format that most are familiar with is a three-line poem with a 5/7/5 syllable scheme.
Research, Breath, Hypnotism, & Dress
An unrhymed narrative on the violence of words, and three tankas detailing various kinks (breath play, hypnotism, femininity). ### preamble for the next few postings, i'll be experimenting with format and other things.
Poems for Joseph Jackal
tanka form we run when you're mad we fear your mighty hammer though you are so cute you are like a baby pup it's best to keep our guard up abecedarian form admittedly, you are scarey but your demeanor says otherwise, creating an unsuspecting
War Drums
### War Drums "Quick, come with me, child" / A whisper and paw in paw / Made still by stray shots / Drums of war are beaten fast / Beaten with fresh children's bones / "Either them or us" / A warrant shouted unheard / Made truth on numb ears...
On the Farside
### On The Farside Below skies unknown Two stargazing beasts prowling— We meet at sunset. New moon bashful like young cubs Caught laughing in a dark room. Drawn in, orbiting, Wanderers lost together, Spinning fast in place. Our candle burns in...
Chapter 10
Tara ta tanka my math professor. next she gave my sleeve a tug then asked me to follow her over to her classroom. once inside the lecture theatre i sat down directly across from my professor.