Written for Tanka Tuesday where our host,
Colleen, asks us to write a bussokuseki, a tanka
with an additional 7-syllable line at the end.
Inspired by an image by my amici at Blog 57.

blue house by the stream
leans into evening’s amber
light on old brick walls
the canal mirrors its blue
just as bright, just as quiet
steeples watch the slow water
NAR©2026
This is “Slow Rivers” by Elton John and Cliff Richard
Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, unless otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.

Than you, Nancy, I’ll check the site out for inspiration while the ink is flowing 😊
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The earlier comment was a rushed one; this one wants to soak up your poem, it’s beautifully done. Very cool photo 🙂
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Thank you, Fleur. There are some stunning photos on this site which I find inspiring. I’m glad to know you enjoyed this one.
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😊
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Thanks for reading.
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Lovely poem, beautiful imagery.:-)
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Thanks for a lovely comment.
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You’re welcome, Nancy.
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Nancy, I love the colors and the imagery in this poem. 💜
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Thanks so much, Colleen. I’m delighted to know you like it. 🥰
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You’re welcome, Nancy.
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Beautiful poem, Nancy! I love the imagery!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thanks so much for your lovely comments, Yvette. ☺️
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Oh my, hauntingly beautiful, Nancy. 😊
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Thank you, Gwen. So glad you enjoyed my poem.
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blue comes in many different shades…. it fits perfectly amongst the more monotone… i can’t help but wonder did they run out of paint or desire to finish… though i do love the way it shouts without a sound next to a calm glassy river without making a quiver… love your tanka
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Thanks very much! I love blues; it’s also one of the few colors my colorblind husband can clearly identify. I’m not sure why the painting stopped; maybe I’ll ask Blog 57 about that! I’m pleased to know you enjoyed my tanka.
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Beautifully written dear friend
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Thanks, dear Sadje. There are some lovely photos on this Italian site.
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You’re very welcome ☺️
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Ti ringrazio per aver scelto ancora una volta una mia foto e complimenti per le tue parole. Mi dispiace che qualcuno dei tuoi amici ritenga la mia immagine “buffa”, magari giudichi nei propri confini… ciao Ago Blog57
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È stata una scelta di parole davvero infelice e me ne scuso. La tua foto è bellissima e fonte di ispirazione; mi ha spinto a scrivere questa poesia. Grazie mille!
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ok grazie! il mondo è pieno di stupidi arroganti, soprattutto con la tastiera davanti! grazie ancora per la scelta e liberati da certi soggetti, ciao! 😉
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È la vita! Ciao ciao, caro amico!
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si la vita è costellata di sorprese, è un po’ che lo so! 🙂
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Sì! Mi piace chiamarla “serendipità”. 😊
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PS – I miei lettori sono curiosi. Perché la vernice blu si è interrotta improvvisamente verso il basso?
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beh sicuramente i lavori in quella casa non erano terminati penso, poi la finiranno. Mi meraviglia la sagacia dei tuoi amici, magari se guardano la Sagra Familia a Barcellona, avranno da dire… 😉
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Ahah! Hai proprio ragione! “Con calma” è lo stile italiano, no? 😊
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ahahah con calma proprio! 🙂
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Esatto! Buona serata, amico mio.
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Grazie, anche a te. Ciao
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This is beautiful, it’s like an impressionist painting in words quiet, full of colour and perfectly still 🩷
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Thanks for your amazing comments, Ange. There are some lovely and inspiring photos on this Italian site. 🥰
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❤️
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the combination of the wonderful picture and your lovely poem, inspired to write these words my dear friend.
“I woke up this morning
with blue surrounding my bed,
quietly filtering through the blue drapes –
there beaming down from dawn’s
levitating, bright blue sky
And so, I do not need to ask why
the tranquil colour blue,
serendipitously keeps me flying high.”
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Thank you for sharing your lovely poem, my dear friend, and this fab piece by Poets. They’re awesome! 💙🎶
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I’m all about sharing and caring my dear friend 🥰🎶📖🤗
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Lucky for me! ☺️🎶📝🥰
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meisterwerk
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Danke, mein freund
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Gorgeous. I have had my eye on this image through several incarnations. I am so glad you finally found its voice
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Thanks, Jodi. They have some really beautiful photos.
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What a funny image, but a really nice poem!
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I love this photo but have no idea why they stopped painting the house. Thanks, D!
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Pretty, dreamy, and just lovely words. Wonderful, Nancy.
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Thank you, Lois. I’m glad you liked it. 😊
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