Archive for the ‘Tanka’ Category

(the dragons of poetry)

tanka poem 5-7-5-7-7: my wild dark waters / my vast uncharted oceans / sail from the firm shore / to the world's end and find there / the dragons of poetry by peter galen massey 2026my wild dark waters / my vast uncharted oceans / sail from the firm shore / to the world’s end and find there / the dragons of poetry

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still life

tanka poem 5-7-5-7-7 still life after cezanne: perfections of time / warmth of the provencal sun / on quiet tables / apples solid as mountains / pears as changeless as the sea by peter galen massey 2026perfections of time / warmth of the provencal sun / on quiet tables / apples solid as mountains / pears as changeless as the sea

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bartram’s garden

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how will the world end
with rust and poisoned water
or with new green leaves
some say doomsday is doomsday
and all ends in dust and death

but i don’t think so
more potent than our machines
is potent nature
the meditations of time
and the patience of the earth

these will puff away
cities and shopping plazas
turnpikes parking lots
strip mines factories and mills
like white dandelion seeds

drifting in the air
and garbage dumps will blossom
as fresh young edens
with new souls in new soft flesh
walking on the tender grass

here we find the proofs
where a daisy rises like
a defiant fist
to protest the oil tanks
beyond the screen of the trees

where the seething throb
of the stalled diesel engine
on the trestle bridge
is drowned to extinction by
the riot of singing birds

where green fields flourish
next to empty warehouses
and abandoned homes
where three feet of good soil
is a world all to itself

we are mistaken
in time in scale in vastness
in our selfish lives
after the gasoline burns
there will be roses again

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midsummer

tanka poem 5-7-5-7-7 midsummer: your sundress was green / and your skin smelled like cut grass / music was our food / and cold death was something that / happened to other people by peter galen massey 2026 v2your sundress was green / and your skin smelled like cut grass / music was our food / and cold death was something that / happened to other people

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february

tanka poem 5-7-5-7-7 late february: the flame red cardinal / flashes through the snow grey air / chasing his swift mate / in the empty quiet woods / heralds of the dying winter by peter galen massey 2026 alternative artworkthe flame red cardinal / flashes through the snow grey air / chasing his swift mate / in the empty quiet woods / heralds of the dying winter

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garden district

tanka poem 5-7-5-7-7 garden district: blood in the brickwork / and flesh in the carpentry / ashes in the lawn / eyes glitter in chandeliers / fine fences are cast in bone by peter galen massey 2026blood in the brickwork / and flesh in the carpentry / ashes in the lawn / eyes glitter in chandeliers / fine fences are cast in bone

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(the girl in the blue air)

tanka poem 5-7-5-7-7: the whole of time hangs / with the girl in the blue air / between diving board / and shimmering pool, eyes down / arms raised, poised graceful weightless by peter galen massey 2026the whole of time hangs / with the girl in the blue air / between diving board / and shimmering pool, eyes down / arms raised, poised graceful weightless

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Frequently Asked Questions

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What Is a Tanka?

Tanka means “short song” in Japanese. They are one of the oldest forms of poetry in Japan, composed of 31 units of sound called mora that are organized into five unrhymed lines of five, seven, five, seven, and seven mora.

Tanka were often divided into the three upper lines and the two lower lines, with a shift or transition between them. For example, the upper lines might present a description or image and the lower lines the poet’s response to them.

Historically, tanka were a form of court poetry that lovers would write for each other. Tanka were also used for poetry contests. More recently, the form and subjects of these poems have been expanded by tanka poets.

The three upper lines of a tanka are the origin of haiku. Tanka are also related to renga, which are poems written in stanzas that alternate between three lives of five, seven, and five mora and two lines of seven mora each. Renga were often written by multiple poets who would take turns writing stanzas.
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What Is the Format of Tanka in English?

In English, tanka are short unrhymed poems featuring five lines of five, seven, five, seven, and seven syllables. This 5-7-5-7-7 format approximates the tanka written in Japanese, which use units of sound called mora rather than syllables.

Otherwise, tanka in English have few rules. You could take the use of tanka to write love poems in Japanese history as permission to address your personal experience in your tanka – if you feel you need permission. You could also divide you tanka into upper and lower lines if you like.

 

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tanka poem 5-7-5-7-7 garden district: blood in the brickwork / and flesh in the carpentry / ashes in the lawn / eyes glitter in chandeliers / fine fences are cast in bone by peter galen massey 2026blood in the brickwork / and flesh in the carpentry / ashes in the lawn / eyes glitter in chandeliers / fine fences are cast in bone

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Tanka Poem | “midsummer”

tanka poem 5-7-5-7-7 midsummer: your sundress was green / and your skin smelled like cut grass / music was our food / and cold death was something that / happened to other people by peter galen massey 2026 v2your sundress was green / and your skin smelled like cut grass / music was our food / and cold death was something that / happened to other people

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tanka poem 5-7-5-7-7: the flame red cardinal / flashes through the snow grey air / chasing his swift mate / in the empty quiet woods / heralds of the dying winter by peter galen massey 2026the flame red cardinal / flashes through the snow grey air / chasing his swift mate / in the empty quiet woods / heralds of the dying winter

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how will the world end
with rust and poisoned water
or with new green leaves
some say doomsday is doomsday
and all ends in dust and death

but i don’t think so
more potent than our machines
is potent nature
the meditations of time
and the patience of the earth

these will puff away
cities and shopping plazas
turnpikes parking lots
strip mines factories and mills
like white dandelion seeds

drifting in the air
and garbage dumps will blossom
as fresh young edens
with new souls in new soft flesh
walking on the tender grass

here we find the proofs
where a daisy rises like
a defiant fist
to protest the oil tanks
beyond the screen of the trees

where the seething throb
of the stalled diesel engine
on the trestle bridge
is drowned to extinction by
the riot of singing birds

where green fields flourish
next to empty warehouses
and abandoned homes
where three feet of good soil
is a world all to itself

we are mistaken
in time in scale in vastness
in our selfish lives
after the gasoline burns
there will be roses again

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tanka peter galen massey the whole of time hangs / with the girl in the blue air / between diving board / and shimmering pool, eyes down / arms raised, poised graceful weightlessthe whole of time hangs / with the girl in the blue air / between diving board / and shimmering pool, eyes down / arms raised, poised graceful weightless

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