Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes. ~Carl Sandburg
And today I had to dig deep to find some invisible keepsakes as it's Miss Rumphius' poetry stretch again. This week she has challenged poets to write a tanka.
In short, a tanka is a Japanese form of poem written in 5/7/5/7/7, but there are variations. She explains them well at her blog.
I wrote mine this week from the picture below as I like to write poetry inspired by a photo. Photo from Google Images.
Alone. Surrounded
Soles sink in smooth, soft, soothing, sand
One with music
Notes exposed--on the the wings of wind
An ocean's magic carpet--Surrounded. Alone.
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