sapphic tanka

Poets writing poems about poetry is perhaps the peak of human expression. The struggle to perfect the craft is a real one:

Sweating bullets,
the poet counted the syllables
and rearranged her lines
until her tanka poem
was utter perfection.

i’m a little cranky this morning
it’s so early and my rest was uneasy
i seek inspiration on the web
but find irritation, instead with tanka
about tanka

never mind, you, what am i doing here
never mind that i am judgemental
but to climb ‘the peak of human expression’
and to find such a lowly foothill