Today I drew the prompt “Tanka,” which is a form poem. Five lines, measured by syllables: 5-7-5-7-7. What I love about form poems is I have to get present. I have to see what is right before me and play with it. I also give myself the added restriction of not adding -ing to the verbs to create a needed syllable. Extra fun. I loved tripping over rain and reign and finding the ending.

Here goes:

Morning clouds bloom dark
Wind twists, rips tiny green leaves
Coffee drips, the dog pants
The cat poses on a sill
Here, anticipation reigns.