LOVE it! Good kitty! YES...you may use the picture! I will be periodically posting more, as well! I wasn't sure if you saw my response to your comment. I love this!
I just found your acceptance, Jennifer. Thank you. I need to get a copy of the .jpg file in order to use it though. I didn't know that when I asked you. Is that possible?
aloha Jim - i'm new to the tanka form - i'm sure i do not have the subtle points... or much else, down yet... - i noticed in this tanka you have a seasonal reference - is that traditional in the tanka form as it is with haiku?
Using seasonal references is a tanka poet's personal call. Beyond the 5-7-5-7-7 form itself, tanka has evolved in a way that allows poets the freedom to choose subjects and plumb the depths of those subjects at will. Seasonal references tend to supply their ambience to a tanka using minimal words. As a subject, of course, they are always welcome and provide a feast of emotions.
You're right about those blue and gray scolders. I was as surprised as you when Cat brought the bird in. Perhaps it had already beat its wings to the beyond when Cat found it; I don't know. The bird wasn't in too good a shape when I freed it for disposal.
I'm glad you saw the humor in the tanka. Cat has attitudes that are always worthy of description. Thank you.
Douglas, I'm glad the form allows for these literal slice of life portrayals--short stories in 5 (hopefully flowing) lines.
Yeah, Liz--I like the little blighter but I wish he'd leave his gifts outside.
Juniper, I love the idea of a cat named mouse.
Mandi, loved the pun. Cat sure 'nailed' it, too.
Wolfie, how does one live with a ferret?
April, aren't catls gifts surprising!
Good plan, Ed. Hope breakfast was a winner.
Carol, they're feisty blue and gray birds that love to squawk and fight with squirrels over food and territory. Sometimes they die when my cat gets up the nerve to attack.
Jim, you've become a master of these story tankas, with the kind of observation of the natural realm that rivals Edward Nudelman--I mean this as a real compliment!
I had my own cat for 17 years that loved to bring birds to my feet and drop their mauled bodies and chewed heads proudly at my feet, as well as decapitate mice in front of me. He taught me a lot about nature's way.
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Bon Appetite, kitty cat.
hugs Wolfie
Using seasonal references is a tanka poet's personal call. Beyond the 5-7-5-7-7 form itself, tanka has evolved in a way that allows poets the freedom to choose subjects and plumb the depths of those subjects at will. Seasonal references tend to supply their ambience to a tanka using minimal words. As a subject, of course, they are always welcome and provide a feast of emotions.
You're right about those blue and gray scolders. I was as surprised as you when Cat brought the bird in. Perhaps it had already beat its wings to the beyond when Cat found it; I don't know. The bird wasn't in too good a shape when I freed it for disposal.
I'm glad you saw the humor in the tanka. Cat has attitudes that are always worthy of description. Thank you.
Douglas, I'm glad the form allows for these literal slice of life portrayals--short stories in 5 (hopefully flowing) lines.
Yeah, Liz--I like the little blighter but I wish he'd leave his gifts outside.
Juniper, I love the idea of a cat named mouse.
Mandi, loved the pun. Cat sure 'nailed' it, too.
Wolfie, how does one live with a ferret?
April, aren't catls gifts surprising!
Good plan, Ed. Hope breakfast was a winner.
Carol, they're feisty blue and gray birds that love to squawk and fight with squirrels over food and territory. Sometimes they die when my cat gets up the nerve to attack.
Marsha, do you suppose it's in their DNA?
I had my own cat for 17 years that loved to bring birds to my feet and drop their mauled bodies and chewed heads proudly at my feet, as well as decapitate mice in front of me. He taught me a lot about nature's way.