We exchange our time
For fulfilling our desires,
Fragile happiness,
Where love and relationship
Are the needs without compare.
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Harms often find us
But these never define us;
Victories make us,
What love willingly bestows
Our hearts share, among others.
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A life born today
New unto the world will change
With love, those soon touched,
For every person gifts us
With hopes, dreams, blessings, anew.
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What cannot be done
Does not explain that which can
For our strength is found
Despite the fragility
Built on our infirmities.
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Tanka is a five-line syllabic form with counts 5-7-5-7-7. I enjoy counting syllables, so I use them a lot. If you like, as a prompt, write some tanka of your own.
I have a longer piece coming if I can decide whether to scan it or type it. Although I have typed for a very long time, I find little joy in it. The Remington Rand and Royal might have something to do with that. Thankfully, my Microsoft keyboard is a bit less taxing than were the manual typewriters. Yes, I remember when but make no mistake. I am a native here, now.
I hope your day was joyful, and your burdens were light. All life is a celebration rejoicing at the moment.
I think suffering may be provided to magnify joy; when the night is darkest, the light appears brightest.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
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