deep within the soil
perennial seed lies dormant
safe from winter’s scorn –
would that I could sleep as sound
oblivious to my pain.
Frank is hosting today at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. He’s asked us to write a poem about sleep or to use the word itself. My post today is a Tanka: 5 lines with a 5, 7, 5, 7, 7 syllabic content. A Tanka should include a shift in tone after line 3 or 4. Here, line 4 shifts from nature to the personal. Added note: written in the voice of another.
lillian the home poet 
I would love to hibernate. A lovely piece.
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That scene reminds of what what we will have in a couple months or so. The seed sleeps. Perhaps the seed is also like a dream.
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My biggest fantasy is that I could be a Bear for the winter. I could totally sleep through the whole shebang.
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Very meaningful tanka; enjoyed the metaphor. I pulled out the stops on my piece today-(3) american sentences. (3) Collom lunes, (2) tanka, and (1) haiku; don’t know what got into me.
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Sleep seems elusive for each of us, as I read the offerings. Hibernation through pain is a pleasant thought! Oh would it could be so!
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This tanka has a rhythm. I’m not sure I’ve read one quite like this before, a sort of east meets west. Lovely.
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Sweet! 😎😎😎😎😎
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A lovely poem and I have found that sleep is a good antidote for pain.
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“would that I could sleep as sound” too. Beneath the soil, no worries, no work, no bills and no diets…..sigh
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Love the Tanka form! This is wonderfully crafted.
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One of the sweetest tankas I’ve read recently 😊
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This is beautiful.
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Sleep. Ahhhh. The agronomist in me wants to say a seed is annual, but that is me. 🤔 🤷♀️
Lovely Tanka. ❤
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I think some nights I just want to slip into a deep sleep. zzzzzzzz
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I wish I could sleep like that, oblivious to pain. But there are some aspects of winter I wouldn’t want to miss – the beauty and silence of freshly fallen snow, and icicles hanging from branches. You’ve given me plenty to think about in your lovely tanka, Lill!
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oh that last sentence. beautiful, Lillian!
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Sleep oblivious to my pain…Winter is an insulator.
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kaykuala
would that I could sleep as sound
oblivious to my pain.
Like the seed it is being able to ‘sleep’. That is important in awaiting the change of seasons!
Hank
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Oh, to go dormant in the tough times and awaken in the spring. Good job if you can get it! Lovely tanka and the photo is a great compliment to it!
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