Hello, blog friends ~
Today is #TankaTuesday, and Lisa Smith Nelson provides a photo prompt for interested poets. We are to consider the image to the right when we compose our syllabic poem.
Studying this battered black cat, I thought back to my childhood attic. Though mostly bare, the space had a few things worthy of a child's imagination. I especially loved an old rocking chair that sometimes would rock without anyone's assistance. Mom explained that it used to be my grandmother's chair. She passed away when my mom was only seven. I liked to sit in that old chair and imagine Grandma holding me. Wouldn't you have done the same?
I've composed a two-stanza tanka and entitled it A Writer's Treasure. I hope you can relate to it. Have a great week! ❤️
Today is #TankaTuesday, and Lisa Smith Nelson provides a photo prompt for interested poets. We are to consider the image to the right when we compose our syllabic poem.
Studying this battered black cat, I thought back to my childhood attic. Though mostly bare, the space had a few things worthy of a child's imagination. I especially loved an old rocking chair that sometimes would rock without anyone's assistance. Mom explained that it used to be my grandmother's chair. She passed away when my mom was only seven. I liked to sit in that old chair and imagine Grandma holding me. Wouldn't you have done the same?
I've composed a two-stanza tanka and entitled it A Writer's Treasure. I hope you can relate to it. Have a great week! ❤️
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