Saturday, September 3, 2016

Tanka--By Anne Curran--New Zealand

this poet
reminds me of my brother
the line of his jaw ...
as he speaks words
that make my eyes shine
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he talks freely
of the pain
he is feeling ...
all I can see
is the clarity of his eyes
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mature faces
at the poetry reading
on Friday night ...
teenagers skateboard
on the pavement outside
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Anne Curran is a Hamiltonian and New Zealander.  She writes in awe and admiration of all those Japanese verse poets and editors who have encouraged her on this journey.

6 comments:

  1. Dear Anne,
    Welcome to Whispers'. Your tanka poems are compelling. Thank you for them. Love the way they sweep me into your world.

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  2. Your skateboarding teenagers are a wonderful counterpoint to the atmosphere in most poetry readings. A surprising imaginative leap, Anne.

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  3. Kia Ora Anne beautiful Tanka from one Kiwi to another

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  4. Lovely collection, I really liked the last one!

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  5. Lively tanka collection. I especially liked the teenagers outside the serious faces inside at the poetry reading.

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  6. A lovely read; its all in the eyes. Thank you for sharing, Ralph.

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