This Summer Day

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 Tanka Tuesday No. 284

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In March, Colleen of Tanka Tuesday asked us to create our own syllabic poetry.  One of the results was the 4-11, created by by Gwen Plano. This weeks prompt was chosen by Yvette Calleiro, who picked the 4-11.  The 4-11 is eleven lines, each with four syllables.  The beginning line is repeated as the final line. 

My take on the 4-11 is based on actual events, and reflect my actual feelings today.

This summer day
I have my fill
so tired of heat
and heavy hose
to lug around
to no avail
bush beans shrivel
the straw that broke
the camel’s back
I long for fall
This summer day

 

©2022 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved


Comments

  1. kittysversesAugust 10, 2022 at 3:11 AM

    Sad reality, lovely write. :)

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  2. AnonymousAugust 10, 2022 at 3:29 AM

    Same same. I long for fall. Clap. Thanks for sharing. 👏 xoxo Selma Martin 💗

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  3. AnonymousAugust 10, 2022 at 3:35 AM

    I can relate to the heavy sluggishness of intense heat. Here’s hoping we all get some relief soon. Wonderfully expressed, Lisa. Hugs, Harmony Kent 💕🙂

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  4. Yvette M CalleiroAugust 10, 2022 at 3:44 PM

    I don't get Fall down in South Florida, so I don't long for it, BUT I am taking my son up to Vermont at the end of September to see the changing of leaves. I am looking forward to that. Great poem, Lisa! :-)

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  5. willowdot21August 10, 2022 at 10:26 PM

    It the same here, unfortunately I think we will just have to get used to it. Great poem you have caught perfectly how we all feel 💜

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  6. KerfeAugust 11, 2022 at 5:49 AM

    We've all been feeling that heat!

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  7. D.L. FinnAugust 13, 2022 at 12:23 AM

    I'm with you about fall. Well said!

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  8. Colleen: Word Craft PoetryAugust 13, 2022 at 9:00 AM

    Lisa, this is exactly how I feel, as well. I really like the first line repeating as the last. <3

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  9. Margaret21August 14, 2022 at 12:32 AM

    So well expressed, even if I don't agree with the sentiments!

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  10. theindiesheAugust 14, 2022 at 3:27 AM

    The earth is indeed heating up.
    and we still do the same mistake

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  11. Gwen PlanoAugust 15, 2022 at 4:43 PM

    Fall is my favorite time of the year and I can't wait. Great poem, Lisa. 🌞

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