Five lines written in the syllabic pattern of 5-7-5-7-7. Here I have five of them to be read, each, as a standalone. Prompt: If you like simplicity, you should try your hand at the form. Tanka are an excellent warm-up for any writing you wish.
Lost in and out of
Times relativity and
Space’s imposition.
Where can I wander without
Myself, who finds me yonder?
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You dance me around
Margins following the lines
Imagining we
Return to those moments when
We were one, reality.
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We thought we could learn
To live without each other,
But storms battered us
Until we came back calling
For the people we once were.
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Touch is mystery
Boldly original with
No filters, constructs;
It is always what is, no
Denying precedence, no.
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Love is like ice cream,
A tasty high calorie
Treat, providing energy,
Delighting all our senses,
Yet trickles away with ease.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Haphazard Creative 