
silver wisps of mist
gently swirl with dancing cranes –
melt in rising sun
the old frog watch in awe
in safety from piercing bills
My own haiku in tan-renga making ut a tanka.
Linked to Carpe Diem
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April 26, 2014

silver wisps of mist
gently swirl with dancing cranes –
melt in rising sun
the old frog watch in awe
in safety from piercing bills
My own haiku in tan-renga making ut a tanka.
Linked to Carpe Diem
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April 26, 2014
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
i like your poem alot! i write a lot of similar original stuff you should check out my blog! jameskolt.wordpress.com
I write a lot on different prompts — usually I hang out on dVerse and Carpe Diem
So peaceful! Feels like I’m watching them on a summers morning. Exquisite x
Soft but with a splash of danger. I feel so relieved and hope they never catch him!
smiling 🙂
You made a beautiful tanka out of your own haiku Björn.
Good that the frog is safe… could have been my friend 🙂
Kinda like people watching tornadoes, beautiful from a safe distance.
Good poem with a bit of humor, Bjorn. That frog better watch out or he’ll be a meal soon. Lovely painting. 🙂
loved the visuals of the frog
brilliant continuation, I like it a lot