Tomorrow is here;
well, yesterday’s tomorrow,
Which is now today.
Shall this be the day I write
my definitive Tanka?
Well, obviously not. I would think (well, I would, wouldn’t I) that I shall procrastinate over the writing of a proper Tanka for Liskeard Poetry Group’s next meeting for a good while yet.
And, mixing things up, I am doing a Tanka / Haibun today.
A Haibun? Not an elevated bread stuff; no that it is not.
A Haibun is a Haiku followed by prose. The two can be related (as mine are today) or they can be totally separate in their themes.
I have slightly adjusted things by using the first three lines golf my Tanka as the Haiku for the Haibun – needs must.
This is day three (3) of my quest to write lots of Tanka (Tankas?) before the meeting next month (September the somethingth).
I know that a true Tanka writer would sweat and anguish over just one Tanka in that time; but I have never been that sort of poet. Write ’em quick and on with the next!
This may not mean that I write throwaway words – but, it may look like that for most of the time.
But, every so often I do manage something of worth – honest!
Anyways, as I write under the dreary angst-ridden skies of Cornwall, I thought that these words would clarify what has gone before and what is yet to…