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
Tanka Poetry
This week I had the opportunity to participate in a poetry challenge via instagram! Such fun is offered regularly by _@mythospoetssociety. This one in particular involved writing something about "weaving a dream' - in Tanka poetry form. Prize for entrants was a feature/highlight by _@mythospoetssociety. Okay, I do not usually enter contests. I've tried it... Continue Reading →