Every so often – well, once in a blue moon! – I start off a poem in the hope that others will join in and the whole thing turns out to be somehow greater than the sum of its parts …
Each contribution is a tanka, a Japanese stanza form comprising 5 lines with a suggested syllable count of 5-7-5 7-7. My opening tanka follows this pattern but, hey, what’s a syllable more or less between friends?
Please feel free to take the poem in any direction you want, provided there’s some sort of content link – however tenuous! – with the last two lines of the previous tanka.
To keep things tidy I’ll try and keep the poem updated with new contributions, although please check comments below for more recent additions. I’ll round things off when the time seems right and publish the finished poem, including hyperlinks to my fellow contributors’ sites.
The poem so far:
Eyes down for stray coins
Or lonesome tweets. So what, if
Dull skies lack twitter?
Where are the swifts blown? Summer’s
On hold till they’re back on course.
Of course, coins enrich,
as much as the swift’s sweet song,
while tweets leave minds dull.
Autumn, elevate my thoughts
on gentle, warming updrafts. theceaselessreaderwrites
Random thoughts sail away
thinking of winter’s cold breath,
for a time to come.
Summer’s warmth will carry us
through the snow, and biting winds! Alex
or perhaps stardust–
sparks lingering, seasonless
and filled with wishes come true memadtwo
But now with winds low
Bathed in a silver moonlight
I dream of fortune.
Coins tossed in a sacred well
To protect the innocent. Christine Valentor