My first Tanka poem, which follows a 5-7-5-7-7 syllable pattern.
Breath
Standing outside onA frosty night, as our cold
Breath unfolds the stars
One by one until we have
Passed, and the night has gone home.
© D G Moody 2023
Poetry by D G Moody
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Written on 2023-11-14 at 17:36
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