with the years that have passed
greater than those left to come
moments once frozen in time
blend one into another
as memories become a blur
This gogyohka is my response to Colleen Chesebro’s #Tanka Tuesday
Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 226 #Ekphrastic #Photoprompt,
with the photo provided by Trent McDonald.
Gogyohka (pronounced go-gee-yoh-kuh)
~ a form of Japanese poetry pioneered by Enta Kusakabe in the 1950s
~ 5-line poetry ~ like tanka, but with freedom from restraints
~ no fixed syllable requirement
~ no conventions regarding content
~ brief lines in keeping with the tradition of Japanese short verse
Especially blurry for me is the sequencing! WHEN did that happen relative to some other thats?!
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #5: Ken Gierke’s latest #gogyohka for Colleen Chesebro’s #Tanka Tuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 226!
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Thank you for sharing, Frank.
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This is the advantage of getting older, we forget some of our mistakes!
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Some are best left behind!
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That they do. But that’s OK. (K)
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It’s the moment that counts.
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Excellent gogyohka, Ken. You have nice breathy phrases and I see the waterfall through your words. ❤
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Thank you. 😀
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I think you nailed it with this poem, Ken. This is exactly how it is.
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Thank you, Robbie. Where does the time go?
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I know, Ken. My oldest son is 18 years old
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Yes, so true. Memories sometimes flow, but blurred, like the rush of a water.
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Thanks, Merril.
Yes. And other times they float in the pool at the base of the falls, bobbing up now and then to remind us.
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So true!😀
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Relating to this as well! (Where did the last 70+ years go…?)
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