Thursday 6 August 2015

Two Summer Tanka

you fill summer nights
with cicada songs 
tempting all my fruits
i settle beneath your moth wings
ribbed with moon's ardor, dazzled-



-~-~



in sudden hailstorm
seeded black as ripe plum 
your tongue is ice
on my heated skin, a snowflake
drifting, light as cotton seed-




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub- OpenLinkNight ~  Thanks for the visit ~

27 comments:

  1. A tongue like that may cool down and warm up haha

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  2. Perfect dog day sensuality, torrid tankas, steaming, sizzling, a tongue tango! I like your lines /seeded black as ripe plum/your tongue is ice/.

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  3. Very gently sensual, Grace. Enjoyed!

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  4. What a wonderful set of tanka.. The contrast between the hot and warm in the second one is especially good.

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  5. Meltingly sensual - I loved the sly 'tempting all my fruits', which was echoed again with the plum in the second tanka.

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  6. This is such a sensual poem! Beautifully executed :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  7. Wow. Both of these are so good as a set and as separate pieces. I like it when ancient forms get sexy.

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  8. Luscious with great contrasts of temperature and texture.

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  9. Wowzer! - that's Hot...and cold. Love the description "light as cotton seed".

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  10. Love summer - you've captured it perfectly. Peace, Linda

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  11. I like them both, but the first one the most because I love that cicada song, it's like a siren call.

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  12. A very sensual write, Grace!

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  13. Beautiful - think I like the second one more.

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  14. Truly lovely Tanka here, Grace! Evocative lines that submerge you in the center of summer.

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  15. Oh these are beautiful in their sensuality.... Cicada song and fluttering moth and cotton seed... Just lovely.

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  16. Two beauties. I like the contrast of the second one.

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  17. The balance throughout on these two delicate pieces is perfectly achieved, Grace. Truly a real treat to read - both your talent and sensibility shines through here gloriously...

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  18. Ah.. memory.. genetic memory.. all these
    millions long years.. inside we are
    the dragon fly.. the whale..
    the bird from dinosaurs..
    our arms are wings
    and fins.. nails are
    claws.. furry ones
    all that separates
    us is forgetting
    to remember
    who WE
    ARE..:)

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  19. Alive and lush with summer inuendo!

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  20. Cicadas singing. Cotton seeding. So lovely!

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  21. on my heated skin, a snowflake
    drifting, light as cotton seed-

    Easy on delicate elegance! Tread softly for lady love. Wonderful lines Grace!

    Hank

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  22. Exquisite sensuality, Grace. Love that black plum image...all of them, for that matter.

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  23. Oh my. Your visuals are stunning, elegantly simple as solitary items, but when combined in the way you constructed them... simply stunning.

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  24. Delicate and sensual. Very pretty, Grace.

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  25. I love these:
    "tempting all my fruits"
    "ribbed with moon's ardor"
    "as ripe plum
    your tongue is ice"

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  26. really so well done, Grace ~

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