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  1. Gosh Cynthia, this is such a powerful poem. The last three lines took my breath away. If this is a true experience I want to give you a big hug. But I can give you one anyway, there doesnt need to be a reason!

    How is an American tanka different from just a tanka?

    • I’m glad you asked that question, Christine. “American tanka” is my own invention. (also “American haiku”) I would have called it English tanka but I am afraid that would implicate the UK, and I really am only speaking for myself when I say that there’s a cultural spirit and language that belongs to the haiku and tanka that is not so easy for us to capture…..yet we simply count syllables and think we’ve got it. Very often what we’ve got is a travesty of the true thing. So rather than join the fray of opinions about it, I just write an approximation as I see it, and call it an American tanka (or haiku). Maybe I should just call it a “cynthic tanka” (or haiku). Thanks for the hug, and backatcha! πŸ™‚

      • Well I recently bought a collection of haiku from the old Japanese masters and they are often anyrhing but 5-7-5 which is what people bandy around as haiku. Im sounding a bit snobbish here as though Im a know-all, but its not that; I just want to learn, and in my opinion, people call poems haiku just because they are 5-7-5, and that seems to be a bit of an insult to the real thing. When I put them on my flower blog I often would like to get away from 5-7-5 but Im not confident enough to write them any other way. But if done peoperly, they arent easy and take a lot of time and reflection in my not so humble opinion. Im off on a roll now. I’ll shut up! πŸ˜„

  2. This is very powerful – just a few words says a lot sometimes! Really paints a perfect picture of that awful atmosphere after having ‘words’ – I remember it well with my parents. I used to feel resentful of all of that nonsense, as a wise teenager! πŸ˜‰ But now I realise all these moments in life give a writer so much to write about. I don’t think they would mind, and I hope the spirit of my parents will be smiling broadly if I ever use their breakfast ‘atmospheres’ as example one day! πŸ™‚

    • It’s funny how we recall the past and are able to travel there in imagination, sense it with all our senses, feel the feelings, and yet no longer be the same person we were, really. I agree that’s the fount from which a writer draws endlessly, and the older we grow, so does that fountain flow. I’m glad you found something in this little poem, Suzy. I’ve been back to your site to browse and keep finding such interesting things. I especially enjoy your reading aloud. πŸ™‚

      • Thank you for the browsing Cynthia! πŸ™‚ Yes, I post all sorts of things on the pages, I like to make it interesting for anyone stumbling across my blog on a Google search, and those pages are clicked on a lot more than I would have expected.

        And thank you for the compliment on the reading, I shall do some more soon, and I hope you do to, it’s a good thing to hear the writer read, really makes us connect to the person behind the blog a lot more. I had someone read one of my own poems on my poetry blog on ‘Tumblr’ today, I had no idea she was English and she sounded like a teenager, it was so lovely and sweet, and reminded me of myself all those years ago – really made my day!! πŸ™‚

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