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My Daily Tanka JAN 15, 2004
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Tanka Poems winter
the warmth i carry with me
like red hot iron
with every cold breeze
i shiver
winter sleep
the chill of poverty
squeezes itself
into my thin blanket
my legs refuse to warm up
garden party
the bee come humming a song
the butterfly dances in her best
all over we serve drinks
of cool sweet herbal drink
I don't know what a Tanka poem is, but I liked this piece. I like the subject matter and the flow of the lines.
tanka rulez :*)