Frost carpets my room.
Bewitched by the bright moon,
my shadow and I sit by the window
gazing upon her white jade face.
Hours later she elopes
with my only companion.
I am left alone to wait
for the morning cacophony of traffic.
Winter, 2009 issue of Concise Delight
To the Lighthouse: Leaping Tanka
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Leaping tanka is a subgenre of* leaping poetry as defined by Robert Bly as
“a long floating leap from the conscious to the unconscious and back again,
a le...