Imitation

Imitation

I wash the canvas
bleeding bruised blues into black
dripping drops of white
onto purple yellow bursts
attempting to capture you.

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Poetic Form: Tanka

Poetic Form: Tanka

The tanka (or waka) is a classical Japanese poetic form, typically consisting of five lines or units (lines in the Romanized forms). Each line or unit has a specific number of syllables, creating a total pattern of 5-7-5-7-7.

Much like a haiku, the form appears simple. However, brevity is often easier to digest than it is to create. Moreover, the goal of any tanka is to create a specific picture and mood within the reader’s mindscape. The previous poem I wrote for the blog was a tanka. If you feel up to it, give it a try in the comments or link me to your own tankas. I’d love to read my reader’s works.

Dragon Incantation

Dragon Incantation

A is for Apalala, water converter

B is for Bakunawa, moon devourer

C is for Cuélebre, Xana kidnapper

D is for Dreq, Christian tormentor

E is for Evren, flame secretor

F is for Fafnir, ring hoarder

G is for Guivre, venom breather

H is for Huánglóng, writing instructor

I is for Imoogi, serpentine youngster

J is for Jörmungandr, Ragnarok holder

K is for Kulshedra, Saint George sleeper

L is for Lóng, Chinese Emperor

M is for Mušḫuššu, Babylon Gate Keeper

N is for Níðhöggr, Dread Biter

O is for Ouroboros, self-eater

P is for Piasa, American flyer

Q is for Quetzalcoatl, road sweeper

R is for Ryūjin, sea ruler

S is for Sárkány, gold collector

T is for Tarasque, landscape devastator

U is for Unnamed, Beowulf challenger

V is for Vritra, drought begetter

W is for Wyvern, two-footer

X is for Xiuhcoatl, fire god former

Y is for Yam, ocean stormer

Z is for Zirnitra, Persian sailor

A Song Called Happiness

A Song Called Happiness

asthmatic lungs push air between the untrained larynx

Happi–

a thick-tongued hiss between thin lips

ness

arrhythmic inhalation and ventilation

is a lot like

ribs rattling through exhalation

sorrow

a guttural groan gurgles up

let it be

waning into a whisper

you can’t make it come

sound slips

or go

away

To Live or Walang Hiya

To Live or Walang Hiya

She walks look past the Titas tumingin sa wearing a cartoon T-shirt nagmumurang kamatis skinny jeans tabachoy! smiling bastos embracing the sun negrito Her curly black hair marumi cropped short like a man, naman, pixie cut tomboi Headphones in palalo she sings kahila-hilakbot na boses 

a song called Happiness.