John Anderson Poet Tanka

Notes About The Poem

Mister Joe's charms jangles the minds of his readers
His words cast nets to trawl up memories and concepts,
lured within the reader's mind with word play and twists.
Seas of dreams and memories are netted, prodded and poked
To yield twinkles, sparkles, hums, grunts, and nods of appreciation and delight.
His jangles finding meaning and echoes with links and associations, never before conceived nor considered - shared from a pot of soup among friends.

 

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In the Soup

soup is what happens
when separate things consent
to becoming shared
not losing what they once were
only wanting to join in

In a bowl of soup
hard broken bones grow tender
old sinews uncurl—
nothing refuses the slow
coercion of a simmer

chopped ingredients
dropped into the iron pot
speak the same language—
a quiet conglomerate
poetry, more than its parts

held between two palms,
a cup of soup warms the soul
its steam curls unfolds—
inspiring insightful sips
in simple possible ways

around one wide pot
neighbors gather with stories
shared among good friends—
gathering glints and jangles
from the hoo-hah, bubbling, stew

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Daniel Henry Rodgers February 19, 2026 at 11:04 AM Hello John, your tanka has such a light, playful touch with a little wink of humor wrapped in a clean, elegant form. It’s delightful. Loved the Country Song! Blessings, Daniel