tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post121504030722767774..comments2008-11-12T21:18:33.566ZComments on Poetry for a Night Owl: Tanka XVIIIBeatrice Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492224274542764248noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-15057051969502101532008-11-12T21:07:00.000Z2008-11-12T21:07:00.000Znice composition of words.nice composition of words.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00723952918523398481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-30376528878360051002008-11-02T13:05:00.000Z2008-11-02T13:05:00.000ZOh, your footsteps long buried<br>beneath Autumn h...Oh, your footsteps long buried<BR/>beneath Autumn herself. A<BR/>heartbreaker.Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598169309616545734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-73672500525536371162008-10-26T14:45:00.000Z2008-10-26T14:45:00.000Zsweet, love gone.sweet, love gone.Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234685896766888629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-37571024841545902382008-10-24T16:34:00.000+01:002008-10-24T16:34:00.000+01:00Am happy your comments are open, B.<br>It really d...Am happy your comments are open, B.<BR/>It really does help the reader offer their need to express a reaction to the material at hand.<BR/>And such lovely material. "Your <BR/>footsteps long buried now under the changing seasons." Gorgeous!petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-37295902171774225012008-10-23T13:06:00.000+01:002008-10-23T13:06:00.000+01:00Time, separation, yearning… Recollecting. Eternal ...Time, separation, yearning… Recollecting. Eternal now.Boruthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13990298332042076231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-50697466747673207902008-10-22T14:16:00.000+01:002008-10-22T14:16:00.000+01:00-Thanks Chandini, so lovely to remind me of Sheher...-Thanks Chandini, so lovely to remind me of Sheherezade (a favourite tale) and that lovely passage too. <BR/><BR/>-A&P and Sam!!, this is a poem of love and longing, the "buried" refers to the "sound" of footsteps e.g. silent now because the lover has gone away, "changing seasons": life/love impermanence. Tanka are traditionally poems of either love and longingBeatrice Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492224274542764248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-91333314193027787202008-10-22T13:54:00.000+01:002008-10-22T13:54:00.000+01:00Quite depressing... nicely expressed..<br><br>Than...Quite depressing... nicely expressed..<BR/><BR/>Thanks!Sam!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13380920968978656414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-77034493015388466602008-10-22T09:10:00.000+01:002008-10-22T09:10:00.000+01:00Its nice but also sad!Its nice but also sad!Art and Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01991284507367796696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-83180926189902936792008-10-22T06:27:00.000+01:002008-10-22T06:27:00.000+01:00And are there<br>Leaves that decay<br>And give out...And are there<BR/>Leaves that decay<BR/>And give out<BR/>Phosphoresence of days and nights<BR/>Gone gliding<BR/>Behind the curtain of time?<BR/>Tell me:<BR/>Said Sheherezade,<BR/>The one who told <BR/>Thousand and one stories<BR/>To a languishing prince.Chandinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150207369779168000noreply@blogger.com