Tanka

 

 . . . rain and more rain and the flood waters rising

 

 

 

all the wood rain soaked   

old broomstick shaved for kindling

bark smolder and flare

sap spit and wet pine splitting

where the axe was poorly struck





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2013-04-26 at 20:51

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This is excellent. I could see the shaving, the end of the wood foaming, hear the hissing and popping. *applaud*
2013-04-28


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo!
2013-04-28



An excellent tanka, countryfog.
I'm a bit concerned that you may be affected by inclement weather, but I love all the woodiness and wetness in these five lines. Closing my eyes, I imagine the warm fragrance emanating from the pine and the sound of splintering bark.
Applause!
2013-04-27