A Summer Tanka

as part of my self-imposed exercise in preparation for Napowrimo next month, I gazed out at the pouring rain and the gale lashing the trees around us, and bizarrely these words fell into my brain

Humming flutter
murmuration of flies
overlain with growl
of intrusive distant traffic —
soporific afternoon

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13 Responses to A Summer Tanka

  1. Distant traffic is such a great sound to pay attention to — often it’s just there, flat, underneath. Of course, as you show here, it has variations.

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  2. I so enjoy all of the different sounds that’re present in this tanka, Viv!


  3. restlessjo says:

    Don’t be sending that rain our way! We don’t need any more, thanks 🙂

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  4. belocchio says:

    Words so perfect I kept saying them out loud. They sounded wonderful.

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  5. The flies we could do without. Perfect snapshot.

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  6. katechiconi says:

    So perfectly evocative, I felt sleepy in sympathy… I like murmuration nearly as much as susurration!

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  7. I feel like you reached into your word pouch and pulled out these gems. Wow

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  8. Misky says:

    I like that!

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