It’s what lies beneath,
tangled roots thrusting downward,
synapses surging,
that rouses trees to greening,
born of fire in Gaia’s heart.
~kat
(Tanka – 5/7/5/7/7)
It’s what lies beneath,
tangled roots thrusting downward,
synapses surging,
that rouses trees to greening,
born of fire in Gaia’s heart.
~kat
(Tanka – 5/7/5/7/7)
grass between my toes,
breeze softly tossing my hair,
wispy clouds, blue sky,
sometimes I need reminding
where I’m from and who I am
-kat – 8 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #8 -A Tanka – 5/7/5/7/7)
Silly Tanka (5/7/5/7/7)
Oatmeal, strawberries,
earl grey latte, crushed ice…
my daily grind, but…
I can be spontaneous
oatmeal, no strawberries…see?!
kat ~ 21 February 2017

Keeping this morning’s theme going, a Tanka poem for my poetry form of the day.
we call it prayer,
spiritual conversations,
“good talks” with our god
where we do all the talking
and god’s supposed to listen
-kat – 18 February 2017
(Tanka-5/7/5/7/7)
luminous and full
fair Luna owns the night sky
seducing the sea
who swoons to do her bidding,
kissing the shore with his tears
kat ~ 13 December 2016
(Tanka-5/7/5/7/7)