Love Tanka #8
Grandma tells me love
is an action verb, more than
kisses and sweet treats.
Love is sable like Grandpa’s
black skin— Covered in soot, he
cradled his crying
child to his chest, shielded her
ears from the howling
wolves in white hoods. While behind
him the house of worship burned.
© Nortina Simmons
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This is good. When I first read it, I thought of the Charleston shooting, and then went backwards in time , remembering all the hatred expressed to a race of people for no other reason than the difference in skin color. Yet through it all you still can find love.
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So good!
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Nicely done! I keep hearing about tankas. I need to learn more about all the different types of poetry forms! 🙂
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I love writing tanka. I don’t know if I stay true to the form other than the 5-7-5-7-7 syllable structure, but it’s definitely fun to write. I’m obsessed with Japanese poetry forms if you haven’t noticed. Lol
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I noticed but I’m learning about the different types from you! 🙂
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