It’s the fifth Tuesday of the month! This is our chance to work with a specific syllabic poetry form. Take this opportunity to learn more about the particular form.
This week’s form is: TANKA PROSE.
Dark skies, so cold I pull my coat about me, glad of its warmth. I hear you, calling to me. Suddenly the empty space around me is full of people, strange people. Scared of crowds I make for you, you call and guide me. My fear of crowds heightens my senses. I reach you and feel your strength and your knowledge. At last I am safe.
so deep are your roots
unlike me, shallow, flailing
I’m blown back in time
drawn back through millions of souls.
To you, to love, to the truth.