A Haiku and a Tanka
I got to re-explore the poet in me during a Creative writing workshop that I attended today. We were required to write a Haiku and a Tanka. A Haiku Morning Water on the grass Sparrows cheeping in the trees On a cold morning. Photo by Ch P on Unsplash A Tanka Summer Dark brown rice sacks lie On the cold red floor below A noisy old fan. The merchant lies to cool off After a day of toiling. Photo by Adrian Gomez on Unsplash