The Trouble with Tanka -2

clambering down
the bare boughs of November
another unfeeling year
how many moons have fallen unseen
from our separate skies

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against diffused cerulean
in the last glow of the golden light
a symphony of fallen leaves
have we walked too far away
out of reach of spring

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that night in your mother’s kitchen
eating water chestnuts and rice
six cups of sake
and the moon at the window
asking for one more story

Fujiwara no Teika’s Tanka Technique 2: Appropriate statement – koto shikarubeki. “glide as smoothly as a drop of water rolling down the length of a five-foot iris leaf”
The Trouble with Tanka-1
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