Statue of Ishikawa Takuboku at Hakodate, Hokkaido
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
(Takuboku)
To write a tanka in the same spirit is the task, Here is my humble offering.
forgetting time
my tears mingle with the waves
blinded by the sun
as mirage I see your face
recalling when you left
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Linked to Carpe Diem
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November 20, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings 
You are on an enlightening roll today.
This is a beautiful tanka Bjorn … full of emotions … overwhelming caught me by the throat. Thank you for sharing.
Profound!
As a mirage, yes, a landscape both physically and emotionally nostalgic. Very nice.
oh, you captured the poem’s sadness so well in your Tanka, Bjorn. very full of emotion. almost makes one want to cry.