Streetlights flickered off
as I drove on my way home
near a greasy place.
One forty-four thousand trough
is owed by her saving grace.
Another attempt at tanka poetry.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Tanka consists of five units (often treated as separate lines when Romanized or translated) usually with the following mora pattern: 5-7-5-7-7.
Streetlights flickered off
as I drove on my way home
near a greasy place.
One forty-four thousand trough
is owed by her saving grace.
Another attempt at tanka poetry.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
The hidden brothers
ate the forbidden apple.
To be among fun
but none of them passed the test
for the eternity bliss.
They are seven knights
who fight to keep us alive.
Here is a postscript:
They cannot buy love for us.
Love is greater than honey.
Two samples of tanka with no end rhymes.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Let me out, I quit!
Fell in the Bottomless pit.
Leave no one behind
or my DNA to find
per a fire’s secret writ.
Release us, we pray,
from the brightest sunshine day!
Fallen angels fly
within the infinite ‘Pi’
and without the constant ‘K.’
Two samples of tanka poems with aabba pattern.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Blanked my mind tonight!
Focused on stilling the noise
from my mind with good
thoughts for all to awaken.
Heard nothing and saw gray scene.
Another attempt at tanka.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
I drive a gray horse –
This color of black and white
is my compliment.
It spews the smell of decay
after ten years of fighting.
New license plate shows
the numbers four, four and five-
like my phone number.
Forty-four, a fifth square prime
and happy, octahedral.
A poem of two tanka.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Red dots and red spots
appear almost every day
on porcelain plain.
Not grotesque but beautiful
in every possible way.
Brown ones and black moles
lightly stained by painter’s hands
on canvas of white.
Dark fur tanned under the sun
and over rivers of blue.
Two samples of tanka poems.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Warm:
Burning desires
of an unquenchable thirst.
Fill me with your love.
Satisfaction guaranteed.
Blissful screams warmed with motion.
Cool:
Everlasting hugs
of unconditional love.
Wrap me in your arms.
Calm reflections supersede.
Peaceful fondness cooled like ocean.
First attempt at combining tanka and modified cinquain (with two examples)…
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
One April morning
bluest skies were overhead.
I soaked sun in bed.
Bedroom windows opened wide
with happy thoughts while inside.
Sun’s warmth relaxed me.
I napped until nine some more.
And I did not snore
and was out of bed and the door.
I was late but work ignore.
With carefree feelings
my driving was normal speed.
Two trails spread its seed.
Old folks biked around the block.
I dreamt to go for a walk.
Morning was cloudless.
At one-forty clouds of white
were formed as I write.
Fluffy and pretty, behold.
Sylphs, generations unfold.
Fresh air, clean water,
and clean hearts: the human race.
Blue skies, better place,
and thoughts: purple, pink and blue.
Sun is golden colored hue.
First attempt at tanka (with five examples)…
Revised original 20060418-Fresh Blue (deleted)…
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.