Poet’s Morning

Aug 11

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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. merrildsmith | August 11, 2019 at 10:18 pm

    I really like this tanka!

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  2. ebbtide | August 14, 2019 at 12:34 am

    A pleasurable morning and a pleasurable read. 🙂

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  3. Betty Hayes Albright | August 14, 2019 at 11:47 pm

    I love this one, Ben. ❤️

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