Footsteps – Tanka – A Poem by Anita Bacha

Autumn walk

Sound of footsteps 

Crunching leaves 

Echo loudly 

In the stillness 

Anita Bacha

Footsteps is the prompt of #TankaSocietyofAmerica for this week #TankaThursday and #TankaPoem

I was walking to the bakery to buy bread for breakfast and was deep in thought.Suddenly I heard the sound of my footsteps crunching fallen brown leaves 🍂. Simultaneously my Apple in my jacket pocket notified me of the above prompt.

I immediately jot down the above short piece on my iPhone and posted it as quick as lightning ⚡️

My feelings when I did so were ‘ I was living the peace and quietness of an Autumn walk away from the maddening crowds interrupted unduly by my boots, fallen leaves and my iPhone.

Thank you for reading,my friends.

Happy start of the week

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Fall in Old Graveyard – Tanka – A Poem by Anita Bacha

Gusty blowing winds
Tree leaves swirl around
Fall in old graveyard
Drying under snow
Green sprouts in Spring tide

Above modern tanka is penned using the prompt word’ graveyard’ of Tanka Society of America

https://www.tankasocietyofamerica.org/

Thank you for reading!

Anita Bacha

Fragile Petals – Tanka Thursday – A Poem by Anita Bacha

Storm is blowing 
Rose petals soft as tears 
Lamentably
Fall and scatter around 
Graffiti in my braids

Image of Rose Petals source X

Happy Thursday,My Friends

Anita Bacha