
A grizzled
hungry king waits in
verdant shade’s
hushed splendor
while his mate hunts game to lay
at his soft-pawed feet.
This is a pic I took on the garden tour in July. I haven’t written many shadormas and need practice.
You have reached a quiet bamboo grove, where you will find an eclectic mix of nature, music, writing, and other creative arts. Tao-Talk is curated by a philosophical daoist who has thrown the net away.
One of my favorite forms, & you nailed it here. very nicely writ. Thanks.
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Thanks, Ron. I love where they placed the lion in their garden, under the upper level patio, where it looked like a cave of sorts.
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p.s. I know you like that form.
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Nice picture and poem. It’s incredible how male lions let the females do all the hunting!
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Thank you, Christian. I saw this lion as being too old to hunt anymore so the other pride members bringing him food, but you’re right the females are the hunters :)
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I had to look this form up…never heard of it…pretty cool.
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Max, I know the syllable count for it but not any other rules, so I did at least the syllable part right. Thank you :)
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It’s so sweet.
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<3
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The perfect setting for a king. I love shadorma–the rhythm of it suits my thought. This one works well. (K)
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Thanks, K.
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this is a good poem Li :-)
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Thanks, Carol Anne. And thanks for bringing it back to me.
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