Poet’s Morning

POET’S MORNING

Sipping early tea
Savouring another’s words
Fresh inspiration
Old farmer ploughs his meadow
Rich tang of freshly turned soil

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 August 11, 2019, in Poetry, Tanka and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. I really like this tanka!

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  2. A pleasurable morning and a pleasurable read. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I love this one, Ben. โค๏ธ

    Liked by 1 person

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