Frozen in the land,
waves of earth in headlong flight.
Now a resting place
for old forgotten heroes,
safe in the hands of Gaia.
The stark hand carved walls,
a labour for so many,
now washing over them,
providing the peace they sought
in the green relentless tide.
Nice, very interesting, that is the first time I have seen a Double Tanka poem.
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Seldom used but a Tanka lends itself well to multi-stanza poems
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Yes, agree, may try that form out soon.
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