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neth jones Mar 2024
weather breaks the clouds            
    a day of mouths  eating mouths
cold churning nature      
lording weight over my mood ;    
the role of a child   subdued
tanka style
neth jones Feb 2024
. clean giddy winter day
  my five year old ;
“The moon’s following me !”
  ally with the world surround
  when did i unlearn this bond ?
tanka style version

notes :

'the moon's following me'
my five year olds delight
a clear winter day
an only child  stalked by the moon
the importance he feels
lib Feb 2024
parchment paper moon
stars sprinkled across the sky
laying on your chest
my heartbeat dancing with yours
i wonder if this is love
(i hope it is)
lib Feb 2024
beneath the pale stars
your strong arms holding me tight
the clock strikes midnight
carriage returns to pumpkin
dress of silk and gold to rags
another tanka poem
lib Feb 2024
light pierces the leaves
under the oak, you with me
october ends us
they say nothing good can last
you, my love, have proven this
i have been trying my hand at tanka poems recently :)
neth jones Jan 2024
rage of snow outside
against it   i finish sealing
    windows and doors
my self segregation
    from which    a depression forms
tanka style

notes :

 windows and doors
form a segregation
  depression builds
a rage of snow outside
i finished doing the weather stripping

dry heat headaches and orange peel scented caulking
neth jones Jan 2024
winter warfare
torments our dwellings brickwork
night of casualties
aggressive plague on my dreams
wakes me  to be visited
tanka style
Mark Toney Aug 2023
Vikram and Pragyan
mysteries of the south pole—
India's moon phase
Chandrayaan-3 dreams came true
Modi's quite over the moon






Mark Toney © 2023
08/23/2023 - Poetry form: Tanka - youtube.com/@poetry2go - Congratulations to India, as it becomes the fourth country to land on the moon, the first to land on the lunar south pole.
Notepad Jul 2023
In every season
the rain brings nostalgic vibes
to where it felt real
Glimpse of every memory
Within a drop that falls down
This time it felt real
Mark Toney May 2023
lack of approval
unreasonable demands—
our children matter
seeds of encouragement sprout
clean, prune, cultivate, nurture




Mark Toney © 2023
5/15/2023 - Poetry form: Tanka
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