With colour and light
fragrances and sweet passion-
This moment of Truth!
Crossing my threshold – stealthily,
Love, it cleaves into my Soul!
6 March, 2011
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)
[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..
March 6, 2011 at 9:40 am
🙂 When love seeps into the heart – can there be a greater blessing!
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March 6, 2011 at 9:58 am
Shal… thank you :)you say it true!
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March 6, 2011 at 1:41 pm
just another way to express it….it has always been eternal…. 🙂
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March 6, 2011 at 3:10 pm
Must have been a wonderful moment of truth 🙂
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March 8, 2011 at 3:34 am
Like a white light cleaved to colurs by a prismso too love, on life. causing a mighty spasmand at the same time bridging a chasmfor wounds of time offering a healing cataplasm.Thanks I learnt something new today teacher. 🙂
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March 8, 2011 at 1:59 pm
nice poemtanka
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March 11, 2011 at 4:56 pm
lofty! delightful! 🙂
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