He Loves Me Not

Written by Joyce Greene
5/5/08

White daisy petals
He loves me, he loves me not
One by one they fall.
Yesterday, I trusted him,
This morning , she called again.

nice one Joyce

a lovely poem of daisy days I remember it well and we used to blow the dandelion clocks also to tell the time, memories are bliss,from Willow

thanks, willow

yes, I love to remember those days and those of my son. I wish I had had a camcorder - too poor or dumb at the time. Thank you willow for your nice comment!

joyce

Great Write

Your really good at this Tanka, Joyce. it feels like alot of work has gone into this piece.
I like how it stars off dreamy...but changes into something else. It has quite a sad ending, but allows the reader to contemplate.

Great write Joyce!

DEbs

thanks, debs

I sit on these poems for a while and work on them over that period. I can always feel them more over time. I read up on the tanka on the net and found that to be a real tanka the first three lines set the atmosphere, and is like a haiku, and the final two lines must show a change of some kind either in time, location, speaker, etc. The Japanese did not mind if this was always the expected format. Their language is unaccented, and they did not require rhyme. Since all of that is not appealing (or true such as unaccented) to Americans, the rules can be changed for the American tanka. I improvise somewhat but try to keep to their basic format.

Thanks for your very nice comment.

joyce

Hi Joyce

Hi Joyce
I have tried a couple of tanka poems, if you have a few moments, i would be grateful, if you could have a look, and let me know, if this is the right way of writing them. (Smile and Loving summer).
Many thanks.
Andrew

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