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Tanka Project: Guests

I'm trying to make the Tanka Project Instagram page look all fancy and professional, but I keep posting things in the wrong order! Anyway, I have had a chance to repost some absolutely luscious poems from other Instagram users, so I thought I'd share the first three of those here just for you.

Gary's tanka is really interesting, raising images in my mind, I especially love the way he leaves it with the dancing after the music.

Debora's tanka comes with a beautiful image, and I love the way she uses the imagery of the low fog to discuss mood. This tanka has such a morning feel for me.



 Last up today is Eric, whose cute drawn birds beautifully complement his meta poem about poetry and togetherness. It drew a smile to my lips because I am forever counting when I'm tanka-ing. 12345, 1234567, 12345... I count with the fingers on my right hand against my thigh. I start with my little finger. My brother and I were talking about poetry because of the Tonka Tanka and he told me he doesn't get poetry - there are always meanings hidden away and it just feels like work. Personally I love a bit of that, although sometimes it can seem to be a little obtuse (and I know I can be guilty of that myself), but here Eric keeps it beautifully simple with the polychromatic lenses of his words. That's all it is - a wee focus.

 Many thanks to Gary, Debora, and to Eric for being my first Tanka Project guests. I hope you've loved their work like I did.


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