American Tanka Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

American Tanka

Rating: 3.0


sun fires the green field

ravens descend to scavenge-
midnight black at noon

far-off bugles sound retreat

battlefield at Gettysburg

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

I'm quote my mental exclamation on reading this, 'Oh this is good! ' You have a knack for final lines that just pull a poem into perspective. Peace, L&T

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Ivor Hogg 02 February 2008

Straight to the jugular well written

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