a past love affair ignited me to the core a hollow echo a forgettable season of hot embers to cold ash #TankaThursday#5lines#Tanka#TankaPoem#Tanka57577#draft
Gardenias remind him of his mother white butterfly moth a sweet spirit visiting touching more than his hand #TankaThursday#5lines#mpy#TankaPoem#poetry
Hurricane lantern illuminates interior of the log cabin drawing moth to its radiance sepia wings dance aflutter #TankaThursday#tanka#5lines
Do not apply anthropomorphic metaphors: the trees are grander and more strange than you imagine #5lines#tanka
The stormy sea was in restless frenzied turmoil nature's wrath unleashed tempestuous gales whipped up waves that assailed fishing vessel #TankaThursday#tanka#5lines
Crickets sound the call for Summer's demise, hidden in fat, wild shadows of overgrown gardens that beg for pruning shears and quiet. #TankaThursday#Tanka#5lines