Freedom (a Tanka poem) Joan Wiley 4 months ago Freedom (a Tanka poem) Wind tugs, pulling meAway from the old oak tree,Twirling, I fly high,Across a boundless blue sky,Freedom is death's last goodbye Share Good Stuff: RelatedTanka Poetry31 SunAmerica/Denver2021-07-18T20:59:15-06:00America/Denver07bAmerica/DenverSun, 18 Jul 2021 20:59:15 -0600 2019In "poetry"“River” Tanka poetry31 TueAmerica/Denver2022-04-12T07:29:59-06:00America/Denver04bAmerica/DenverTue, 12 Apr 2022 07:29:59 -0600 2019In "poetry"Positive (Tanka)31 TueAmerica/Denver2022-04-19T23:02:15-06:00America/Denver04bAmerica/DenverTue, 19 Apr 2022 23:02:15 -0600 2019In "poetry"
