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In forest dark where trees bend low
beneath a slice of half moon’s glow,
silent shadows waver there,
chilled by gusts of autumn air.
Quavering, as if afraid,
they fall on stumps from trees decayed.
among those stumps the shadows creep
and shroud a form that seems asleep.
Lightning flashes . . . Thunder peals.
A sight forlorn the light reveals
a man, quite dead, in woolen coat,
with scarf of death left on his throat.
The shadows saw, and now they quake,
lone witnesses in murder’s wake.
They cannot speak, but if they could,
they’d tell all travelers of the wood:
"We’re not the foe. It’s one of you
that makes us tremble as we do.
Although we loom and cause you fear,
something worse is lurking here."
Then Thunder echoes in accord
as from the sky, cold rain is poured.
And silent shadows start to shrink
into a night of blackened ink.
At a dead man’s throat
lies the rain drenched woolen scarf
that stifled his screams.
Cold Wind howls through decayed trees -
witnesses in the shadows.
For Debbie Guzzi's Metamorph Poetry Contest
a rhyming poem changed to a tanka
in huff of gray clouds
a ravaged kite disappears
losing speed mid-air
a string tumbles down from sky…
my lover never returns
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Susan Burch's Tanka Contest
21 mar 12
Frolicking in song
gliding along the shoreline
the heart cry out *Love...
painted on fleshly desire
ensnare wild passion,
the afternoon falls victim
to hot love, carefree and *Fun
two naked bodies roll endless
in warm seductive wet sand,
with each breath completion nears
Poet ~ Rick Parise
Contest ~ "Fun and Frolic"
awe of gentle breeze
fragrant shadow of delight
moonlit hope aglow..
catch the air of her appeal
as she fades into the night
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest Name: Third & Final Itty Bitty Contest
Stone covered with moss
Motionless in stream moaning
So wind dries the tree
The birds seek green from sky still
Haunted by rocks of dead stars
Lump of bitter dreams
In waking, tough to swallow
In sleep, liquid pools
to be tasted, drank silver,
only to metal harden.
Playing with fire>
...like night magicians
playing with fire till dawn
needn't tell but crowd
masquerades seeking sources
to revitalize their wands.
For: Poet Destroyer's "Playing With Fire" contest.
maple branches and leaves,
the sky is hidden;
instead, I see stars shine
in the night of your eyes
*This is a new version of an older tanka of mine -- not intended for
any of the many tanka contests still possibly going
I saw a beauty
hailed and worshiped by many
Venus is her name
goddess of prosperity
November 24, 2012
-Folly in Grin-
Ask his ink why he slumber
Or his papyrus
Words they themselves would forget
Since their lord is indisposed