Solitude Tanka Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Solitude Tanka
I sit on the bench
Waiting for you to show up
But you didn't arrive
As the rain begins to fall
The solitude becomes
When the rain falls solitude is more felt...the abrupt ending uplifts the content so beautifully...liked a lot...tfs
5 Stars for your brilliant Tanka, dear LeeAnn. The mosr perfect name for this Tanka.
I can feel the depth of your loneliness. Such powerful writing will lead to a metamorphosis, LeeAnn!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/28/2026 1:53:17 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Fine piece..... great to read.....