As November’s globe ticks its way to other orientations, long nights imbalance with ever-shortening light. Today, rain is forecast. Noon’s pregnant clouds occlude what scant light there is; and by five o’clock landscape is but blurry shadow as the temperature drops.
Dusk, a dingy blank
upon which nothing is writ
even crows silent
moon feels million miles away
wet kindling smoke curls
kigo words: autumn storm, long nights
Colleen Chesebro is the the host of Tanka Tuesday. Colleen says:
Your syllabic poetry writing invitation is to choose a form from the 24 Forms. Then, choose a kigo word or phrase from the seasonal kigo list [found here and there or think of your own special kigo based upon what is happening in your location that fits the definition of kigo.]
Tao Talk 
Very vividly related
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Thank you!
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You’re always welcome
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“moon feels million miles away”–what a perfect evocation of the feeling in the atmosphere right now. I hope it returns soon. (K)
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Me too! There have been such radical changes in the season. Remember when it was a drought and scorching hot? Seems like so long ago.
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Even yesterday seems far away the days…
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I’m a nature lover but there’s not a lot to like about a cold rain. Except maybe that it inspires good poetry :)
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Thank you kindly, Boz :)
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Nicely evocative piece, Lisa. It sums up November so well!
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I’m with Dale <3
This is the perfect descriptor for your poem, Lisa!
Much love,
David
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Great minds :)
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:)
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Thanks much, David <3
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Lisa, your tanka prose is exceptional. You describe the evening light so perfectly for this time of year. It’s pure magic!
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Colleen, thank you. <3 I was describing the day I was experiencing.
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It’s stunning! I really enjoyed reading your poem.
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Oooh, I love your tanka prose poem!!!
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It’s Luanne btw.
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Dang I should have scrolled up to see. Thanks, Luanne :)
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Thank you, “Someone!”
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I love your vivid descriptions. These lines are particularly majestic:
“Dusk, a dingy blank
upon which nothing is writ”
Well writ!
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Thank you, Marsha :)
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You’re welcome! :)
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Nice stormy night down to the wet kindling :)
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Thanks, D.L.!
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We visit family two eve’s a week… we have to have headlights on now. Darkness can be calming – but the cold not so much.
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Tanka prose is one of my favorite forms and this was lovely. So atmospheric and beautiful. That photo was a great compliment to your poem too.
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D, thank you very much. Glad you enjoyed them.
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