Spank a Tanka

Spank a Tanka

A Poem by barleygirl
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celebrating September . . .

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September spanking
cool kinky mornings cranking
apples launch a fall
fizzy cirrus etch a scrawl
falling leaves fake a roll call.

Harvest of pigment
air is celestial sent
illusion springboards
melancholy plump as gourds
trampoline of nimble chords.

Off stalking mushrooms
reveries in lacy plumes
watching warmth wither
frolic turns into slither
praying for our parched rivers.

Twirl Kokopelli
whirl the wet underbelly
deluge begs your flute
bring lifeblood to thirsty roots
slay the spirit-sucking brute.

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Note: Tanka is a five line poem = 5-7-5-7-7

Note: Kokopelli is a dancing, flute-playing legend hailed by Native Americans for bringing long-awaited rains to ensure the fertility of the land. Fire-inciting drought in the western USA is legendary these recent years.

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© 2021 barleygirl


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Back in the stone age -the Mesolithic- the hunter gatherers found that burning the forest down helped, eventually, the land but immediately helped these people to survive.
This practice continued into the late 19th century in Australia. With the advance of civilisation this method had to cease. The native Americans had a civilisation.

The above is merely a note coz I ain't seen a Tanka before but it looks full of rhythm & song especially the way your intelligence writes these.

Someone else has used this phrase " academic style " to describe your work and with that view I concur. You bring something definably poetically highbrow to every form of poetry you undertake and for that, under your hand, poetry must advance.

As I write this I keep glancing back at your Tanka only to find it more and more captivating, spell binding, even. Now I'm thinking if your spell doesn't bring rain, nothing will.

Regards from Rew.

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There have been periodic fires in my mountains over the years & the fires are typically not as fierc.. read more



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Ooh, lovely! I hope the rains are summoned and nourish the roots well. The ambience of this poem as well the tangible imagery is breathtaking actually. I can see the September rise and fall of colour and inhale the crispness of dawns where cobwebs line trees and mother earth has a rest from the heat...nature reigns in many a heart, including mine :) Beautiful piece...so nostalgically inviting and vibrant...September is my favourite month of the year :)

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barleygirl

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Your effusive imagination is making my poem look much better than it is! Thanks for stopping by to m.. read more
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Back in the stone age -the Mesolithic- the hunter gatherers found that burning the forest down helped, eventually, the land but immediately helped these people to survive.
This practice continued into the late 19th century in Australia. With the advance of civilisation this method had to cease. The native Americans had a civilisation.

The above is merely a note coz I ain't seen a Tanka before but it looks full of rhythm & song especially the way your intelligence writes these.

Someone else has used this phrase " academic style " to describe your work and with that view I concur. You bring something definably poetically highbrow to every form of poetry you undertake and for that, under your hand, poetry must advance.

As I write this I keep glancing back at your Tanka only to find it more and more captivating, spell binding, even. Now I'm thinking if your spell doesn't bring rain, nothing will.

Regards from Rew.

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

1 Week Ago

There have been periodic fires in my mountains over the years & the fires are typically not as fierc.. read more
I myself love fall. The colors of nature have reach their height and begin descent. Full blooms droop preparing for rest. The world light dulls some what like a mid blink. And the scent of the world is stronger at its peak moving toward sleep. Kokopelli lulls us in song for winter's slumber with an unseen hand to lay us in cover. Let love have spring and summer. I'll take fall and the calming embrace of her call. Thank you for this wonderful poem to my favorite time of year.

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barleygirl

1 Week Ago

Thank you for sharing your art on my page, too (((HUGS)))
' Twirl Kokopelli- whirl the wet underbelly- deluge begs your flute- bring lifeblood to thirsty roots- slay the spirit-sucking brute.'

As ever always you use your magic images with academic style, Margie! We need the clarity fine weather brings in all its cleansing and colourful power. Kokopelli has the joyful look of one who knows the rhythm of life. I'm smiling.. thank you.

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barleygirl

1 Week Ago

Thank you for coming to take a twirl on my bluff in all your finery (((HUGS)))
emmajoy

1 Week Ago

My pleasure, so happy to see your avatar on my page!! Take care there in your beautiful world.xx

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