Tanka Matching Contest 4 - Weight of the World - Favorites

Tanka Writing Roundtable, Fall 2009 • Millikin University

The depth
of the conversation
ruined
by the waitress
pouring us water

Nikki Evans

clouds in my coffee
across the counter
you offer
to read the grinds
in this empty cup

Carmella Braniger

caught
by the landlord
she shows me
her coffee spoon
collection

Aubrie Cox

after commenting
on my choice
of soup
I know she’s digging
for conversation

Jackson Lewis

The depth
of the conversation
ruined
by the waitress
pouring us water

after commenting
on my choice
of soup
I know she’s digging
for conversation

 

top quarter champion

The depth
of the conversation
ruined
by the waitress
pouring us water

 

top half champion

sheathed sword
sitting in the corner
of my room
I wonder
if it gets bored

bottom quarter champion

sheathed sword
sitting in the corner
of my room
I wonder
if it gets bored

sheathed sword
sitting in the corner
of my room
I wonder
if it gets bored

sermon on
the end of the world
I want to be
that little boy
rocked in mother's lap

sheathed sword
sitting in the corner
of my room
I wonder
if it gets bored

Aubrie Cox

angry ships
engaged in
an epic battle
inside
my head

Lainie Pahos

sermon on
the end of the world
I want to be
that little boy
rocked in mother's lap

Randy Brooks

Rocking you in my arms
as if you were my child
such a fragile thing
who'd have thought
I'd become a cat person

Nikki Evans

 

top half champion

sheathed sword
sitting in the corner
of my room
I wonder
if it gets bored

 

 

champion

this big jump
into the abyss
I hold my breath
fold my hands
and free fall

 

bottom half champion

this big jump
into the abyss
I hold my breath
fold my hands
and free fall

 

nobody knows
the end of the story
in these dark days
how can we move on
love?

Randy Brooks

why would
a girl like me
ever complain about
this crazy, oh so tragic
life I love

Heather Burgess

four o’ clock
in the morning
and this world
beautiful silent world
is all mine

Joseph Bein

late at night,
driving through the corn fields,
head feeling so heavy
while my neck and shoulders
want to crumble to the ground

Lauren Modlin

why would
a girl like me
ever complain about
this crazy, oh so tragic
life I love

late at night,
driving through the corn fields,
head feeling so heavy
while my neck and shoulders
want to crumble to the ground

 

top quarter champion

late at night,
driving through the corn fields,
head feeling so heavy
while my neck and shoulders
want to crumble to the ground

 

bottom half champion

this big jump
into the abyss
I hold my breath
fold my hands
and free fall

bottom quarter champion

this big jump
into the abyss
I hold my breath
fold my hands
and free fall

watching
it crawl
I warn her
too late
squish

this big jump
into the abyss
I hold my breath
fold my hands
and free fall

three words . . .
that’s all it takes
to send me
sulking
across campus

Jackson Lewis

watching
it crawl
I warn her
too late
squish

Michelle Dixson

Goodnight
tucked into bed
I escape into
a world
of dreams

Brianna Martin

this big jump
into the abyss
I hold my breath
fold my hands
and free fall

Lainie Pahos

© 2009, Randy Brooks • Millikin University
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