Written for Tanka Tuesday where Robbie
asks us to write a syllabic poem about trees.
Here’s where the prompt took me.
My Tree, My Pic
petals blush
white hearts push outward…
spring does not
seek consent
it simply opens, and the
whole world sips rosé
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Nancy’s Notes: Originally from Spain, shadorma is a short, unrhymed six-line poem (a sestet) characterized by a strict 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable structure.
This is “Underneath The Dogwood Tree” by Train
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Lovely! They do look like a sweet little rosé!
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What a delightful poem, and your tree is gorgeous,Nancy!
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Thank you so much, Eugi. When we planted this tree, it was no more than 3 feet tall. It is now so big, I have to go into my neighbor’s yard to see the top! It has grown in leaps and bounds, even after being pruned several times. I’m so glad you enjoyed reading about our tree. 🌳
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Ahh, how lovely! What a wonderful tree.
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It really is a splendid tree, so much larger than we anticipated, but that means plenty of shade in the hot afternoons. Thanks so much, Chris.
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A delightful little poem, Nancy – what a wonderful tree that must be!
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It’s enormous, my friend, with loads of shade! Thank you 😊
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Gorgeous verse for an even more beautiful flowering tree!
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Thanks, Jodi. You should see the whole thing; it’s huge! The squirrels used to jump from the tree to my roof …. now they just mosey on over!
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How wind this is Nance and I love your last line 🌸
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Cheers, Ange! 🩷
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