With colour and light
fragrances and sweet passion-
This moment of Truth!
Crossing my threshold - stealthily,
Love, it cleaves into my Soul!
Syllable break up of the lines, 5/7/5/7/7
With/ co/lour /and /light (5)
fra/gran/ces/ and/ sweet/ pa/ssion- (7)
This/ moment/ of /Truth! (5)
Cro/ssing /my/ thre/shold/ - steal/thi/ly, (7)
Love,/ it /cleaves /in/to /my /Soul! (7)
Tanka, like Haiku, is again a form of Japanese Lyric Poetry.
[As you know by now, :) ] A Haiku works with 17 syllables arranged in 3 lines of 5/7/5 syllables to each line, and evokes an aspect of nature and the seasons, with the last line holding the punch so to speak.
[As you know by now, :) ] A Haiku works with 17 syllables arranged in 3 lines of 5/7/5 syllables to each line, and evokes an aspect of nature and the seasons, with the last line holding the punch so to speak.
A few Tanka here and Haiku, here and here and here
Tanka on the other hand gives the writer more space to work with – 31 syllables, arranged in 5 lines of 5/7/5/7/7 syllables each. Tanka is an older form of the lyric in Japanese… dating to 13 centuries ago, while Haiku is just about 3 centuries ago..
Tanka was mainly written between lovers, as society had accepted the fact that a man’s dallying with another woman, other than his wife was normal!! After the man departed early in the morning, he would send a Tanka to his lady love with his message of love..
Tanka on the other hand gives the writer more space to work with – 31 syllables, arranged in 5 lines of 5/7/5/7/7 syllables each. Tanka is an older form of the lyric in Japanese… dating to 13 centuries ago, while Haiku is just about 3 centuries ago..
Tanka was mainly written between lovers, as society had accepted the fact that a man’s dallying with another woman, other than his wife was normal!! After the man departed early in the morning, he would send a Tanka to his lady love with his message of love..
:) When love seeps into the heart - can there be a greater blessing!
ReplyDeleteShal... thank you :)you say it true!
ReplyDeletejust another way to express it....it has always been eternal.... :)
ReplyDeleteMust have been a wonderful moment of truth :)
ReplyDeleteLike a white light cleaved to colurs by a prism
ReplyDeleteso too love, on life. causing a mighty spasm
and at the same time bridging a chasm
for wounds of time offering a healing cataplasm.
Thanks I learnt something new today teacher. :)
nice poem
ReplyDeletetanka
lofty! delightful! :)
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