Category Archives: Abhanga

when fledglings fledge

when fledglings fledge

what mysterious voice
whispers to fledgling ears,
“it’s time my darling dears…
it’s time to fly”

somehow they seem to know
that they’re equipped with wings
and how to use those things
to ride the air

in just a few short weeks
from egg to youth they grow
ready, set, off they go
nest, left empty

~kat

Abhanga

Abhanga are written in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. Don’t forget to title your poem.


summer storm

summer storm

sunset after the storm
casts a warm, amber glow
a magnificent show
the sky at dusk

~kat

Abhanga

Abhanga are written in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. Don’t forget to title your poem.


fine

fine

the words roll off your tongue
a bit too easily
sorry, i don’t believe
that you’re “okay”

or “fine”, that, “it’s all good”
we both know that it’s not
you seem to have forgot
i’m here for you…

not going anywhere
so tell me once again
i’m listening, my friend
this time…the truth

‘cause you’re not sparing me
i’m stronger that you think
i’ll hold you at the brink
and won’t let go

~kat

Abhanga

Abhanga are written in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. Don’t forget to title your poem.


bare windows

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bare windows

my windows don’t have shades
in these dense foothill woods
though others think they should
i don’t agree

i wake up with the sun
burning away the mist
dew droplets sparkling, kissed
diamonds at dawn

i love the warmth and glow
of spring and summer lush
of autumn’s amber blush
of winter’s snow

each season draws me out
there, just beyond these walls
i am part of it all
and it, in me

~kat

Abhanga

Abhanga are written in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. Don’t forget to title your poem.


greening

greening

the world is blooming
life bursting from the deep
buds to leaves while we sleep
dreaming in green

~kat

For Tanka Tuesday...catching up this weekend! A short one-stanza Abhanga.

The Abhanga is:
* stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains (4 line stanzas).
* syllabic, 6/6/6/4 syllables each
* rhymed L2 and L3 rhyme. Often internal rhyme is employed. End rhyme scheme x a a x , x being unrhymed.