Modern TANKA Corner 2014- 2017

Tanka (five lines with 5-7-5-7-7 or short-long-short-long-long structure), is one of the shortest literary art forms in the world that merges the perception of nature with a moment in human nature or with an event. They make the simplicity of a moment significant and memorable. Tanka have poetic patterns which fuse with descriptive ways of experiencing the wonders of the world and the human condition.Lyrical Passion Poetry E-Zine hopes to capture the essence of the tanka tradition with all respect due to the Japanese art form.

                   Pays $1.00 per tanka  if funds permit. Manuscripts cannot be returned.                    

Lyrical Passion Poetry E-Zine © 2007-2018

2014 - 2015

spider weaves...
all these endless debates
spring again
on the antebellum porch
I rock my own silence

red flower~
in my father's village
there's no economy
of words
to praise my mother

                       by Ernesto P. Santiago

our footprints glow
with each step taken
along the shoreline
wet sand and fire algae
on a moonless night

                           by Janet Qually

cancer news...
the cliffs scattered
in a river
do they prevent
it from flowing?

                      by Rita Odeh (Nazareth, Israel)

snow on snow
to a colleagues remark
on my shirt
should i even tell him about me
sharing with my father?

Third Prize, Diogen Winter Tanka Contest 2013

with my child
i hold on
to the child in me
returning spring

Inner Art Journal, Issue 10.15.13

                    by Ramesh Anand & Ranjana Pai

Only one bowl
of leftover soup...
even though
she's the one who's sick
she insists her husband take it.

Two weeks until Christmas
but the cherries
in front of the nursery school
think it's
the beginning of spring.

Pink camellia
in a shot glass
again I steal a sniff
of its perfume
like the thief I am.

Passing through Nara
en route to a temple...
I would rather be walking
through its narrow streets
touching little raku pots.

                          by Alexis Rotella

planting red and white
I'm startled
to realize my father
is still alive

                            by Miriam Sagan

strands of pearls
spill over my fingers
smooth and cool 
reading his love letters
as the rain becomes snow

her angry back to his
finally, sleep
dawn finds them
nose to nose
with braided legs

                            by Jackie Maugh Robinson

our ancestral home
now in ruins
every nook
a secret pathway
into my childhood

                            by Shloka Shankar  

smiled finally
her lips pink
unfurled like a rose
with a scent of approval

                           by Rajandeep Garg

2016 - 2017

lost child
her true love
sharing her body
with the dirty street

                      by Michael Green

outside, night strolls 
on its high heels
I lie in wait of myself
the hours trip 
on what I never say

Ms. Joplin
your voice rips apart
my face,
my tie― the mark 
of all hanged men

                       by Sergio Ortiz

apple picking
each year with the children
now just we two
I gather the fruit
as I gathered memories


with comet speed
I fall in love
your smile and touch
pull me into your orbit
and land me gently

these early fall days
a bit of red here, gold there
quixotic splashes;
an artist testing colors
before filling the canvas  

                          by Adelaide B. Shaw

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