My thanks to the editor, an'ya, for her generous commentary:
pollen dust
sparkles on the pond
we dip
our hands into gold,
forging a memory
"As the author of this tanka Debbie Strange of Canada says "it's utterly magical when the sunlight refracts off the dust on the water - prisms everywhere! Such a lovely visual and a grand way to forge a memory with someone else. Debbie's "we dip" speaks to every one of us as if "we" were right there with her at that pond. Lovely, such a lovely tanka, as lovely as its author, one I always look forward to reading!"
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Monday, August 17, 2020
Tanka Origins, Issue 4, August 2020
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