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| | | | | Photo by Johannes Plenio on Pexels.com Morning Trails - Tanka Prose The sun is rising just a little, but noticeably, later and my early morning summer enjoyment of walking barefoot outside, now chills and dampens my soles. Planes take off early for short trips to Europe, just within earshot of my garden. My footprints remain... | |
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crispinakemp.com
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| | | | | Spirit of the woodland, me Though I don't reside in any tree Rather would I be Like a butterfly or bee That flits from flower to flower Throughout every woodland bower And as I fly I never do tarry But with me always carry To cut away the dead and withering, a pruning knife And... | |
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| | | | | Image credit: Emmanuel Codden | Pixels Summer warmth- clothespins my bones knit my spirit kites, prayer flags, mantras. Winter softens my fabric fragrant its lines to my soul For #TankaTuesday -8/12/25 - where this week Colleen Chesebro'sinvitation is to "write a tanka in the first person point of view from the perspective of the poet"... | |
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gerihahn.com
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