National Poetry Month--Day 25--Tanka Poem--Doggy--Haiku--Doggy

 

Here's my other Sunday (Haiku) poem: 

I stare up at you

With my hugest puppy eyes

I want human food.

©2021 by H. Linn Murphy

 

 

 

If you want to know how to do today's poem, a Tanka (a haiku on steroids), go here. And here's my Tanka Poem:

DOGGY

I stare up at you 

With my hugest puppy eyes

You don't understand

How hungry a puppy gets

When chasing lots of tossed balls

©2021 by H. Linn Murphy

 

Day 4--National Poetry Month--Tanka--The World's Answer, Another Answer

Today the poetry form is a tanka, the grandfather of the haiku. If you'd like to know more about them, go here. And here is my offering:

THE WORLD'S ANSWER TO THE TOUCH OF THE MASTER'S HAND

Buy this old fiddle?

No thanks. I can print my own

That'll look way cool

Besides, I don't play fiddle.

Find your self worth somewhere else.

© 2019 by H. Linn Murphy

GOD'S ANSWER TO THE WORLD
I am never far
From your side, my weeping child
Nothing on this earth
Means more to Me than you do
Never let that thought leave you.

Other's sight is short
Bounded by selfish feelings.
They only see self
And how high you help them climb
Be the lantern to light paths.

© 2019 by H. Linn Murphy

Tankity Tanka--National Poetry Month

I've done these about twenty five times. Hopefully this time my Tanka poems will stick the way I want them. If you'd like to write your own after looking at my wondrous offerings, go here...;o)

Laundry in the Wind
Clothing on the line
Whips about in frenzied dance
Twisting 'round like live
Just as if inhabited
A Tarantella macabre.

COLORED GLASS

A phalanx of glass

Glittering arrayed colors

Painting the ceiling

 Light through the clerestory

Filling me with joyful peace.

© 2017 by H. Linn Murphy

Exhausted--Tanka Poem

Today it's a tanka poem for National Poetry Month. For more information and a syllable counter, visit this blog.

Line 1 = 5 syllables

Line 2 = 7 syllables  

Line 3 = 5 syllables

Line 4 = 7 syllables
Line 5 = 7 syllables 

EXHAUSTED

I'm so exhausted
I never get enough sleep
 
something wakes me up
I should hit the rack sooner

but then I'd miss all the fun.

© 2016 by H. Linn Murphy