once crowned with a star
it glittered in the firelight
last year’s Christmas tree
dumped forgotten and homeless
its chocolate coins melted
Anyone else out there with a seasonal tanka in them, bursting to get out, if only they understood a little more about this poetic form?
Here are the absolute basics: a tanka is a five-line poem of 31 syllables shared 5-7-5-7-7, so it’s just a longer version of a haiku, which is three lines of 17 syllables shared 5-7-5. Lines 1 and 2 of the tanka usually represent a moment or thought in concrete terms. Line 3 is the pivot. Lines 4 and 5 are your reflection upon that moment or thought.
Sometimes I punctuate my tanka, but the one above called for me to leave it as bare and unadorned as the dead and abandoned tree. There is no hard and fast rule about punctuation.
For more on writing tanka, have a look at http://www.tankaonline.com/Quick%20Start%20Guide.htm
There’s also a comprehensive history of tanka at http://www.tankaonline.com/About%20Tanka%20and%20Its%20History.htm
Looking forward to seeing your compositions, and please do paste a link to them as a “comment” to this post.
And now for something completely unrelated to this post — today I received this message from WordPress:
You registered on WordPress.com 1 years ago!
Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging!
AND WHAT A YEAR IT HAS BEEN!
A GREAT BIG HUG AND THANK YOU TO ALL MY WONDERFUL BLOGGING FRIENDS 🙂
I hereby give notice of my New Year’s resolution for 2013
For further information, visit my new page https://sarahpotterwrites.wordpress.com/novel-writing-winter-nww-2013/, where I hope to encourage as many people to make the same resolution as me and join in with some hard work and fun, starting January 1 🙂
My love and thanks to adollyciousirony for honouring me with this award xoxo. Dolly is such a vibrant superwoman, as you’ll see from http://allaboutlemon.com/2012/07/23/you-are-loved-day-and-two-awards/#respond
The rules of the award are to tell people 7 things about yourself, hitherto not mentioned on your blog.
- Algebra is a complete mystery to me, meaning I failed my 11-plus, but I know my times tables back to front.
- When I was sixteen, someone asked me out who went on to become a famous actor. I turned him down because he was shorter than me and I fancied his brother more. No names mentioned here.
- I used to attend pop concerts with my mum. Sometimes we climbed on our seats and screamed, she in her white jeans and me in my miniskirt. We went to watch such legends as Jimmy Hendrix, Pink Floyd, and Genesis.
- When a lorry wrote off my Cherokee jeep, my son and I climbed out of it without a scratch, and my old dog slept through the episode. She might have opened one eye as our vehicle was propelled down the road attached to the lorry’s bumper, but she’d already experienced fourteen years of my eccentric behaviour, so probably thought it was just a new game. I’ve been scared of lorries ever since.
- I’m a Birkenstock-wearing, eco-green granny.
- My hair is a foolproof weather-forecasting instrument. Shining peace for sun. Frizzing insanity for rain.
- I hate fireworks, Auld Lang Syne, and crowds (despite my love of rock concerts as a teenager).
And here are my seven nominations for the “Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award”, given in appreciation of their eloquence, sensitivity, and power to move the emotions.
P.S. Is there a “Brotherhood of the World Bloggers Award”, as there are some great males worthy of such an accolade on WordPress?