Untitled Tanka - July 5, 2022

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 Tanka Tuesday No. 279

#tastetherainbow

This week, choose your own syllabic form and a color to feature in your syllabic poem. But, let’s add a little something else to make it special! This week, along with a color, add some weather to your poem.



charcoal skies open

an unexpected downpour

drenches parched gardens

 

crack of thunder has the dog

cowering in the doorway

 

©2022 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved


 

 
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  1. willowdot21July 5, 2022 at 12:37 PM

    Wonderful words with sound and vision 💜

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  2. AnonymousJuly 6, 2022 at 2:39 AM

    Aww, I really feel for the dog! Very well done. Hugs, Harmony 💕🙂

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    1. LisaJuly 8, 2022 at 9:04 PM

      Yes, the dog hates thunder. And then there were the fireworks as well.

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  3. AnonymousJuly 6, 2022 at 10:39 AM

    Perfect words.

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  4. D.L. FinnJuly 6, 2022 at 11:32 PM

    I could see your dog hiding. Great poem.

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    1. LisaJuly 8, 2022 at 9:06 PM

      Thank you. Yes, Mickey hates loud noises. If he's out it's hard to get him in, if he's in, he won't go out at all.

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  5. Yvette M CalleiroJuly 7, 2022 at 4:13 AM

    That was great, Lisa! Dogs definitely don't like thunder. You captured their fear well. :-)

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  6. LisaJuly 8, 2022 at 9:07 PM

    They sure did mean business! They came and went so quickly too.

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  7. JudeJuly 9, 2022 at 1:22 AM

    Nicely done.

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  8. KerfeJuly 9, 2022 at 2:26 PM

    I've known dogs like that. One of them used to always try to squeeze under the bed!

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