on china where
pagodas and lakes
across the blue bridge
the lovers fly into doves
or stars in my peas
~~A lot of memories in this post of yours
Also, thanks for the help…. I finally got WordPress to post the photo. Many thanks indeed.
egg drop soup
a willow branch
dips into blue
Mostly definitely. For the both of us, it sounds like.
And you’re welcome!
Oh, How I loved that old willow-ware china when I was a child. All the stories I could imagine while I was eating …. you can’t get better than that, except ….when your daughter cooks for you…. now that’s about as good as it gets.
Merrill, that reminds me of whenever I was at my grandmother’s. She had a couple of the cork villages. I could stare into them for hours, as though the little cranes would come to life. I collect them now… picking one up whenever I find an older one (they’re much better crafted) for a good price.
Snowbirdpress has expressed exactly what I thought when I read your tanka. I’ve nothing to add, except: lovely!
Thank you, Chris! I’m glad you enjoyed. 🙂
two blue birds
and willow leaves
made such a merry
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