Today I’m writing about tanka for my Examiner.com column. So I thought I’d write a sample tanka because I can’t seem to find the one I wrote when I was doing a report on poetry in the 5th grade. Here is what I came up with:
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I pick up her bowl and recall her furry smile gone but remembered I place the bowl in the box that I donate tomorrow |
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| Endings can be strange Sometimes they fracture your heart Other times they mend it And sometimes they transform you Into something wholly new |
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