A tankabun (using a more modern tanka this time) about a pleasantly spent Sunday aftrenoon. If anyone would like particulars on the form just let me know.
Matinee
From tree to tree
Flies an avian chorus
Warbling their hymns
Of summer contentment
To all who would listen
I hear their off-key offerings, unpracticed renditions of old favorites, and wonder... do they know how beautifully perfect their imperfect concert is? From branch to branch, tree to tree... from squawk to chirp. My soul applauds this uninhibited joy. My heart smiles. But I dare not applaud... not until the Sunday matinee is over and they take their final bows.
Myrna...such a nice poem, your thoughts give us that escape into the natural emotions of life and the depth of ones own sensitive touch upon life itself...
Hi Myrna, I hope it's never over! Applauding would only disturb the matinee. I am sitting there with you as I'm reading this... thank you for sharing...
Ahhh, Myrna, thanks for the front-row seat to this Sunday afternoon matinee. I decided to stay for the second show. Love what you do with the tankabun. -gene.
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Art Sun...
In Spirit,
Bear
Be always safe,
Karen
Magical capture, a natural and in some lucky lives a frequent moment made splendid by your fine approach, understanding and rendering.
John
Lin
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fee
Only you could write a poem this lovely - exquisite my dear in every way.
Love,
Marcia
Cheers,
Dan