Sandy shore swept clean
The prima ballerina
Awaits her cue … “Shush”

The waves whisper; the clouds part
Her beauty lights up the stage


This tanka sprang to life in response to a magnificant haiku composed by Betty Hayes Albright. In posting it here, I felt it was best to also re-expose that.

So, with her permission:

Haiku #17

Tides rise and curtsy
as the sea does a ballet
with old diva moon.

The original can be found at

If you are not following Betty’s work, take it from me that you are missing out big style.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on March 15, 2013, in Poetry, Tanka, Writing and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Ben, as you already know I really love your beautiful tanka!
    Thank you for the kind mention! 🙂
    (P.S. I’m hoping to start getting caught up with reading blogs soon. Sorry to be so behind on reading yours – and everyone else’s.)


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