Attribution: Michael Kooiman
Image: Royalty Check from a Music Publisher
Source: Wikimedia Commons (here)
Image: Royalty Check from a Music Publisher
Source: Wikimedia Commons (here)
On the white sand
Of the beach of a
small isle
In the Eastern Sea
I, my face streaked
with tears,
Am playing with a
crab - Ishikawa
Lost in thoughts I see
ships full of hope and goodness
there for my picking
Sadly the waters beyond
made it just impossible
Reflecting sadly
Of fortunes that wriggled through
my hands all these years
What have I done wrong to be
deserving of miseries
Chev at CARPE DIEM's Tanka Shrine#2 provides a sad tanka of
Ishikawa to be matched with an equally sad response of our own
To be shared with d'Verse's OpenLinkNight week#123
Ishikawa to be matched with an equally sad response of our own
To be shared with d'Verse's OpenLinkNight week#123
I particularly love the second one. Can't do any better than that to capture the tone and sentiment of the example.
ReplyDeleteah bad things happen to good people you know...i dont know that they deserve it any more than the other...its how they deal with it often...
ReplyDeleteI don't think anyone deserves misery it just happens sometimes..the important thing is to still look for those ships full of hope
ReplyDeleteThe crap keeps piling up, know that all too well
ReplyDeleteSeems trouble comes in waves but then it passes and the good times flood in...
ReplyDeleteI like the stillness and simultaneous unsettledness of these last two. Moving.
ReplyDeleteOh, so sad Hank - bravo!
ReplyDeletein a batik hut
Profound!
ReplyDeleteAwesome set of tanka Hank ... I sense the same strong emotion as in the tanka by Takuboku.
ReplyDeleteAw. Yours is very sad. The picture sets the tone. Well done Hank.
ReplyDeleteHank the tide rolls in on the sorrow
ReplyDeletewell done
Both are good but the second one resonated with me more-lovely!
ReplyDeleteNothing wrong. Life is a lottery. Very few tickets win a prize.
ReplyDeleteJust remember, in your heart of hearts, After every rain, the sun comes out to play!
ReplyDeletesuch sorrow… beautifully crafted.
ReplyDeleteSadness finely crafted. Well done.
ReplyDeleteSometimes life doesn't seem fair when one thinks about all the opportunities one had and lost....thought provoking fare, Hank.
ReplyDeleteThe second one struck me more but I like the concept of just out of reach in the first
ReplyDeleteoh the sadness is palpable in this... life is often not very fair it seems..
ReplyDeleteYour tanka captured the spirit of the inspiration. :-)
ReplyDeleteSo sad Hank.. money lost through fingers like sand.
ReplyDeletei think you captured the poem's essence well, Hank. it starts out as hopeful but you take us on the sad twist and emotional upheaval. that is how i read the poem - very nice, Tanka.
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