TANKA
A.
5:7:5:7:7 is the traditional tanka version (the first three lines are the upper phrase,& the last two lines are the lower phrase.The upper phrase typically contains an image,&and the lower phrase exposes the poet's ideas about that image).
B.
The free-verse- version however has no syllabic constraints & is a matter of choice or inclination.
here are my tanka to illustrate
COMPENDIUM OF TANKA
on the wind
a bell tolls
memories surface-
words unerased-
remain
with a tremor of light-
daybreak tinges
the nigrescent sky grey-
tomorrow appears
distinct in my mind's eye
without-
the waning sun
warms my face
shalom cloaks
the wells within
hanging from the trees
winter fog welcomes the dawn
and obscures the light--
cobwebs shimmer
necklaced to the hedge
huddled together
from the heeting rain
the unbrellas mob the hearse-
then in twos
slowly separate
the diary
fell
pages scattered the floor
memories lie
just out of reach
spoor tracks
imprint
the virgin snow-
footsteps of yesteryear
echo in my mind
chill breath
of dawn lights
upon my window-pane
nighttimes promises
freeze into crystal
above the still strand
shrieks of seagulls
die on the inshore breeze-
our twin footsteps disappear
as sunset dissolves
november the fifth-
layered rolls of liquid fog
envelope the bonfire-
the party becomes a
damp squib
HAIBUN
Haibun is Japanese in origin( Basho being its more prolific example thereof) comprising a prose paragraph plus a haiku related thereto)... in its English form the poetic aspect may also be a tanka,or other short imagist form ie a broken monoku, spaces or cinqku,cinquain crystalline etc (see my other blogs)
The haibun may be a (standard,where a haiku etc follows the prose) or (afterword where prose follows the haiku) or prose envelope (prose para haliku,para) verse envelope(haiku prose haiku) or interlaced (chorus, verse, chorus) or verse sequence (haiku,prose,haiku,haiku etc)
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Here are some examples of mine whichare my copyright but maybe used for educational purposes provided an acknowledgment is given and advice therof emailed to Strandbg@aol.com)
a haibun ABSTRACTION
The soft yellow streaked the terra cotta,shadowing the speckled sallow saffron
a bluish buff upon the cochineal;brilliant boneblack grizzled the engrain
citrine carnation as the fallow flaxen,rustic rubrical rainbow-tinted
the magenta mandarine;unseen the ultra-marine, tinged burnt sienna,
reflecting a golden flame of raw umbery upon the earth green;bright mosaic gold
mottled the sallow sorrel virent yellow,oak stained the pale apricot;while
blood red,reddish russetdotted the olive lind;freckled crimson,a chestnut maroon,
on fuchsias faded apple green as burnt rumber sank deep into its sanguine slumber.
I walk through the glade
abstractions enlighten me-
colour my rainbow
WINTER HAIBUN (Afterword )
shapes spread statuesque
foliage in Winter clothes-
melancholy me
BEAUTY a haibun verse envelope
togetherness lives
in the subtle scents of love-
as ego retreats
Beauty is something we see with individual eyes,only time can reveal imperfections of conceit.Deep within our soul resides attraction ,waiting,asleep yet longing to be aroused.Our need to be recognised,reciprocate and hold close.A certain something,intercourses between eyes,a novel read by a glance ,might last a lifetime.
across a room, looks
can indelibly imprint-
with love at first sight
OF LIVES PAST a haibun prose envelope
Perfection is an illusive pastime ,an unending quest that hides delusion in uncharted waters on life's path.Distractions,obstacles spring up unannouced, by chance,opportunities deflate in despair.Again,again,the siren's call. beckons innocent naivety,nothing is simple one is alive.
uniquely ourselves
littered by our obsessions-
loneliness cries out
One is alive ,each day, breathing,eating living, yet separate, alone but part of another,blood smeared by genes linked ,chain by chain in generations pattern.We wait and wait in line,repeating the same mistakes,treading the same circle.Imaging progress is reality,pretending we are wise and certain.Never to wonder why!
SEASONAL haibun
When Spring comes again not the warmth..nor the rain
not the yellow ..nor the green not the grass or verdant scene;
not the winds or blossom bright not the showers or more daylight;
but hearing creation's new birth shouted aloud in sky and earth.
When Summer her beauty displays not short nights nor lengthy days
not vacations or tourist sights not the festivals nor village fetes
not the wildlife nor abour foliates but the garden all nature in flower,eye-catchingly dressed.When Autumn readies for harvest not her full silos nor baskets imprest not mellow vistas seen nor dressed trees, yellow-red not Indian Summer's embrace nor late coloured flower beds not Fall's living collage or wine newly pressed not for walks in the woods or nature's largesse but in thanksgiving ,daily blessed for all the Lord's bountifulness.
creations new birth
each season to us reveals
God’s love in action
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