Modern TANKA Corner 2014- 2015

 

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 © 2007-2016   P.O. Box 17331    Arlington, VA 22216 

2014

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


playing
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
enroute to a temple...
I would rather be walking
through its narrow streets
touching little raku pots.

                          by Alexis Rotella



2015

planting red and white
chrysanthemums
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  


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

                           by Rajandeep Garg

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