Magic ice crystals
cut infinitely unique.
Shed from angel’s wings
crystalline feathers flutter
as they confetti the wind.
Six exquisite points
creating delicate lace.
Sparkling like diamonds
a treasure of virgin snow
regaled in the purest white.
Author notes
Tankas 5-7-5-7-7 syllable counts
A contest entry
- TANKA TIME by Swan song.
650 points, ended March 21, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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Great imagery. I like the way you used confetti as a verb. Exquisite.
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Beautiful! well done you hit it out of the ball park!!!
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You have given life and beauty to a treasured little snow flake...I could see it as though I held it in my hands...I feel its cold delicate lace...sighs...breath taking
otc...niaish so much for sharing with me
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Very beautiful. I loved this one! Awesome job!
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This poem is almost sensual, with its delicate lace, and virgin snow; yee-haw! Liked the interesting descriptions and using confetti as a verb; I've done that kind of stuff myself to degree: welcome aboard.
Syllabication ain't so easy sometimes, as some find out.
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Beautifully executed in the required syllabic form. You just want to see more of those exquisite shapes. I guess that you might mean "purest" the adjective, rather than "purist" the noun?
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very sweet little poem. almost a snowflake in in of itself. its energy makes me feel like I am floating down from the sky as a glimmer of white.
sweet poetry. classic I would say.
Creatress
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awsomeness. I miss the snow so much. I used to live in Ohio, but moved to Georgia, and I havent seen snow in like two years.. Your imagery captured me. I love it.
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