Shards of Consciousness

Tanka #11

new snow crunches as
i walk the road. doves coo and
fish flash in the pond.
the morning sunlight shatters.
night carries dreams of summer.

2 Responses to Tanka #11

  • Oh Rick - this poem rocks! I love the crisp sound of the words and the vivid images evoked. Less is definitely more! I've read it at least half a dozen times. Like a lay's potatoe chip, I can't stop at one.

  • Shucks, ma'am.

    Seriously, thank you. Haiku and tanka, especially tanka, have become my favorite forms. They give enough room to breathe, but their structure have enough walls to keep the wind out.

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