Don’t listen to the flood
I spent cloud-reigned days
praying for sun on my skin.
The rain insisted,
while barreling through my door,
bright blue sky is not my friend.
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Nicely crafted tanka, Bill!
A clever reflection on getting what we wish for…and then…
Skillful use of the title to enhance the meaning of the poem.
☀️ and now, we melt into summer.
Nice use of the form.
Nice tanka!
Perfect tanka with a nod to the rain.
Terrific tanka!
Yep, the pull of what we have and what we want, Intriguing last line.
Lovely tanka! Love the title. Well done.
Very nice. I especially like “cloud-reigned days” and “The rain insisted.”
I love this effective tanka and how you show control of the form. “I spent cloud-reigned days/praying for sun on my skin.” Killer opening!