I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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Showing posts with label Writer's Digest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writer's Digest. Show all posts

8 May 2012

Tanka Challenge

In the midst of the Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, Robert Lee Brewer also issued a tanka challenge.  He has just announced the winner, out of hundreds submitted. It is by Jane Schlensky, you can read it here, and it will be published in a future issue of the Writer's Digest magazine. He also listed the rest of the 'top ten', and what do you know — one of mine came second! 

Here are all those I submitted. The first is the one chosen. I hedged my bets and made some of them 5/7/5/7/7 even though I think that the least important 'rule' for tanka in English. I'm particularly delighted that the one chosen has shorter lines.


tonight
she is lonely
writing
new love poems
to an old love

********

when I am dancing
and you are looking at me
with your eyes shining
for a moment I forget
that we are old people now

*******

once upon a time
when the fairytale ended
and they did not live
happily ever after,
they found another sweetness

*******

a still night
the hum of his bike
goes for miles
she hears him leaving
the rest of her life

*******

she dozes
a gentle touch
on her arm
awakens her
she sees no-one


PS  My place-getting tanka was later published in the Writer's Digest of September 2012.

10 April 2012

Shadow Selves

She is Ms Nasty,
I am Ms Nice.
I am all virtue,
she is all vice.

She’s in black leather,
I’m frills and lace,
yet some people tell us
we ought to embrace.

Do opposites attract?
No, not in this case.
And yet it’s so strange —
we wear the same face.

Although we feel
so separate,
we’re told it’s best
to integrate.

Will I allow
myself to swear?
Can she discard
that surly air?

We’ll have to do it
bit by bit.
In tentative swaps,
we find the clothes fit!

April PAD Challenge #9: Shady / Shadowy.

Also submitted for Poets United Poetry Pantry #96