Today's NaPoWriMo prompt:
Today I challenge you to write a tanka. This, like the “American” cinquain, is a poem based on syllables, with the pattern being 5-7-5-7-7.
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Snow falls in April
and I, in my yoga pants,
glare at the shovel.
And refuse to make a path.
This is why Netflix exists.
Today I challenge you to write a tanka. This, like the “American” cinquain, is a poem based on syllables, with the pattern being 5-7-5-7-7.
Rate This Title
Snow falls in April
and I, in my yoga pants,
glare at the shovel.
And refuse to make a path.
This is why Netflix exists.
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