Monthly Archives: May 2023

Than-Bauk 13 – 14

13-
funny thing, bliss
it exists but
we miss, trying

14-
takes a pure heart
to impart the
true art of love

~kat

And that’s a wrap! A week exploring the Than-Bauk. It’s a fun little form with just enough of a challenge to make it interesting. On Monday I’ll be taking on the Landay, another micropoetry form consisting of 22 syllables and only two lines. More to come on that. Before I sign off, one more look at the bones of the Than-Bauk in case you want to give it a go!

Than-bauk Poems – This Burmese poetic form is pithy and often clever, comprising just three four-syllable lines. The last syllable of the first line rhymes with the third syllable of the second line, as well as the second syllable of the third line.


Than-Bauk 11-12

11-
i could go on
but it’s wrong to
be long winded

12-
mind your business
I’ll address mine
confess nothing

~kat

Than-bauk Poems – This Burmese poetic form is pithy and often clever, comprising just three four-syllable lines. The last syllable of the first line rhymes with the third syllable of the second line, as well as the second syllable of the third line.


Than-Bauk 9-10

9-
over the years
joy and tears…a
life clearly lived

10-
tell me something
anything, but
charming untruths

~kat

Than-bauk-This Burmese poetic form is pithy and often clever, comprising just three four-syllable lines. The last syllable of the first line rhymes with the third syllable of the second line, as well as the second syllable of the third line.


Than-Bauk 6-7-8

6-
they were deceived
how naive to
believe such bunk

7-
there was a time,
reason, rhyme, and
fine lines were real

8-
‘twas all the rage
‘til the page turned
a stage, upstaged

~kat


Than-bauk

This Burmese poetic form is pithy and often clever, comprising just three four-syllable lines. The last syllable of the first line rhymes with the third syllable of the second line, as well as the second syllable of the third line.


the dark forest

the dark forest

as the days grow longer,
trees burst, dense and green,
the forest floor grows dark
nights, though shorter, darker still
moon and stars hidden beyond
the arboreal canopy, even on
cloudless evenings; of course
I wouldn’t know…is it dawn
or dusk or midday? it’s hard to tell
here in the woods where sweltering
days are cool and damp, where
squirrels leave remnants of hickory
shells and millipedes slither through
decaying leaves, where trees dance
in the breeze, mimicking the sound of
waves crashing into the seashore, where
woodpecker’s wild calls echo from
the heights, where crows cackle, cowbirds
cluck and mourning doves coo from
the shadows, and bright red cardinals
perch nearby, messengers from beyond
assuring us all is well, all is well

~kat

Taking a break today from the brevity of micro poetry. Isn’t this time of year breathtaking?! My senses are waking up from slumber…just had to pause to take it all in! 🌷