Monday, March 18, 2013

Middle School tanka

A city of power
to traumatized survivors
smiling photographs
familiar to ruined
sounds of exposed, raw, weeping
    -Kiori Tanaka

A lone pine tree stands
Ever so lonely, nothing left.
Every turn filled with
sorrow and despair, nothing
familiar left. Tears fall
    -Max Fu

Years quietly shedding
I’m inclined to feel sorrow
Dwelling on the deceased
Lost in the disaster zone
Everything taken from them.
    -Thomas Kila

Shards of shattered glass
a broken picture hanging
the lives of many
lay washed out and broken
just as splintered as the frame
    -Saya Okuno

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