a tanka poem


Unmindful of her
body's joy the ascetic
absorbed in vision
or communion with muse:
I feel the ripples of fire

Haiku by R.K.Singh
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Written on 2005-07-10 at 12:41

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StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
sounds like getting lost in an intimate moment of pure joy and being taken to somewhere poetic, intense...

the way you describe it makes me want to say: if i ever happen to be on fire, let me burn...

one small note: an online dictionary/thesaurus couldn't give me a definition of 'ascetic' ... either it isn't a word, or my online dictionary is crap :) could be either, come to think of it ;)

another beautiful write,


Simply a beautiful tanka.

"I feel the ripples of fire" That last line explains it all.