Stories tagged “tanka”

  • Roadside Attraction

    Parked right by the road clown in peanut butter truck munching granola radio leaks Sinatra into painted sunset air

    • Author: Nancy
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • On Self-Doubt

    Sitting in the dark. Occasionally they ask, “Have we shown our worth?” But no answer ever comes. And no answer ever will.

  • The abyss looks back

    Deep in the darkness Of the abyss’ yawning maw, No answer will come, Yet at its pitch-black center Is the number forty-two. (Tongue-in-cheek response to Ben’s ‘On Self Doubt’.)

    • Author: B. Booth
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Fatigue Poisons

    Poisons of fatigue Mind in diurnal limbo Eyelids falling down Resistance is useless here Sleep descends and summons me

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Wish to End Sleep

    His dreams turned darker The ghosts of his past returned Fiercely torturing He wanted to push eject But lucidity came not

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • Walking Home

    A light rain falling; The washed air glows in sunlight. Droplets bounce and burst, Sparkling, from the umbrella. My own portable rainbow.

    • Author: Mycroft
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • His Life? A song by Alannis Morrisette

    with her, side by side for eternity: his dream swelling in the way oh the wrenching irony the clown’s peanut allergy

    • Author: Nancy
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Holding the Wind (Tanka)

    Your love is but need To hold you is to hold wind Beauty, force, and cold No returned embrace but sting Your need eternal I can’t hold your gale

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Earth Hour

    technology banishing darkness,silence, circling the earth; the human race still talks to itself

    • Author: punpun
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
  • sunset

    The neon-red sun cloaks itself in a sea of night and evening mists; I, too, am smothered with blankets: of sound, sweat, sex, sin, sighs

    • Author: punpun
    • Posted over 6 years ago.