For Frank Tassone’s haikai prompt.
before the sun burns
morning glory trumpets
an echo of
sunset purple—night nestles
among leaves even at noon
Tanka for morning glory
Published by
For Frank Tassone’s haikai prompt.
before the sun burns
morning glory trumpets
an echo of
sunset purple—night nestles
among leaves even at noon
A blog by Billy Mills
or a White Other or an Eastern European
Assembling the Jigsaw of a Febrile Imagination
Navigare con attenzione, il Blog si sbriciola facilmente
Inspiration, History, Imagination
Extraordinary Tales of Nature
Diary of a Dublin Housewife
Poems from the Celtic fringes
Stay Bloody Poetic
i think therefore i write
Books and new writing
Never back down 🔱⚔️
Ein OIKOS[TM]-Projekt gegen Antisemitismus, Rassismus, Extremismus und Fremdenfeindlichkeit.
Mad woman from mediocrity, muses.
Canadian Zen Haiku canadien ISSN 1705-4508
Ramblings of an Irish ecologist and gardener
Poetry of a changing Earth. The grief is real--so is the hope.
Inspiring others through the written word, fictional blurbs & documenting my writing process from scratch.
occasional musings of an itinerant seanchaí polishing his craft online
The Things That Are In My Head.
offbeat words for you...
Just writing what's on my mind
AS HUMILDES OPINIÕES DE UMA MULHER DE CORAGEM QUE DIZ SIM À VIDA!
bemused razzle-dazzle
My journey through photography
Inspiration and Spirituality **Award Free**
≈ fictionalpaper / piccoloscissors / creativeglue ≈
Jane Dougherty Writes 
Beautiful tanka, Jane. I love how your lines flow into one another.
Thank you. I’m never certain if I’ve got it right with tanka. There’s a magic turning point in the poem and it’s usually not obvious to me if it’s happened or not.
Velvety words, Jane. I love the echo of sunset lasting throughout the day! Beautiful. ❤
Thank you!
Heavenly flowers… love them ❤
So do I. The blue ones are my favourites but I can’t get them to grow here. The purple ones grow like Topsy though.
From the pots It seems that you live in the country side. You’re so lucky you live in all this natures. It must be purifying the soul, I bet! (Sorry my English is not so good) wish you the best ❤
Thank you! I do live in the countryside,but tame, agricultural countryside not wild and isolated. You could describe it as a purifying experience, stripping out the preoccupations of city living. It has it’s own worries though, much more basic, like life and death, the sun, the rain, drought and flood. Not that everyone looks at it that way though.
So beautiful! 💜
Thank you, Lisa 🙂
Just right. Night is not forgotten for the morning glory.
The purple is so intense in the early morning.
Lovely reminds me of holidays 💜
That’s good then 🙂
💜💜
” … night nestles even at noon” – just beautiful!
Thank you. I don’t think we should see the night are fearsome.
No, indeed not. In the context in which you used it has beauty.
Thanks. We’re so good at inventing monsters where there are none, and refusing to see those grinning at us in plain sight.
Yes, I simply do not understand how people can not, WILL NOT, see the monsters in broad daylight, right in front of their faces. There are many, many instances.
A lot of unpleasantness is let off the hook because if you criticise it they brandish the phobia or ism banner. Freedom of speech seems to be a lost cause these days. As they say, it’s wrong to discriminate against people, but ideas ought to be fair game.
Gorgeous, Jane. I love those flowers. That smell…
They’re a real colourfest 🙂
They sure are.
Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #4: Jane Dougherty’s latest #tanka for my current #Haikai Challenge!
Thank you, Frank 🙂
My pleasure, Jane! 🙂
🙂
What an absolutely fabulous tanka. Mesmerising words. 👏👏👏
Thank you! I’m always in two minds about tanka, whether it’s a ‘real’ one or not.
The comparison of the morning glory flowers with “sunset purple” is unexpected — well done.
Thank you. I always think deep coloured flowers have a bit of the night in them.