The goal of the challenge at Carpe Diem is to take the Tanka (written by Takuboku) as an inspiration for a Tanka:
On the white sand
Of the beach of a small isle
In the Eastern Sea
I, my face streaked with tears,
Am playing with a crab
Of the beach of a small isle
In the Eastern Sea
I, my face streaked with tears,
Am playing with a crab
(c) Ishikawa Takuboku
Dragging my feet
my hopes and dreams have sunk
mournful horn
no treasure in the fog
stench of seaweed
Photography © L. Moon 2013
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What a beautiful response on Takubuko’s tanka. Awesome poem … well done.
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No treasure in the fog. That’s a good line. And that stench of seaweed sums it up nicely.
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This is wonderful, I find myself re-reading it each time adding another sense. Thank you 🙂
in a batik hut
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powerfully profound!
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Simply stunning -loved the last line!
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Beautiful response Leslie! It’s in keeping with the mournful sorrow of the given tanka just as requested. Eventually just stench of seaweed that’s there! Nice write!
Hank
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This was a picture in words, a lovely sad response to this prompt.
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Leslie… this is stunning imagery… really captured the sadness..
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Wow…those last lines create a strong sensory image.
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yes, i think you captured well that sense of sadness (from the poem) in your tanka – wow, nice!
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