Living with Poetry: TANKA

Tuesday 1 December 2015

White morning mist cuffs

Hands of nature’s cycle,

Harvesting time,

Red sun peeps on paddy field,

Emptiness filled with love.

Comment on a poem, TANKA, published on 28.08.2013

Frederick Smith • I feel you have not only captured the form of the Tanka, but allowed your understanding of the form to evolve to the next plateau. Your poetry intrigues me, Paul, and I am very interested in your take on the Absolute, to use a word used often by Kipling.

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