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Sky
A Tanaga
Looking up but mostly out
seeing more with further doubt.
Storms and fury thrash and rise
watching clouds high in these skies.
Blue with cloud light mist does float
staring skyward from this boat.
Waves clack sounding way back home,
stand here solo, not alone.
Flap my wings and up I fly,
join the others, can’t deny,
one of many works the best,
feeling safer on our quest.
Tanaga is a Filipino form of poetry of indigenous beginnings. The modern form is composed of four line stanzas of seven syllables each, with end rhymes, usually AABB, yet varies. Traditionally written without a title.
I finally wrote a Tanaga after being prompted and reminded by, Jenine, and reading her excellent tanaga in the link below.
also please read, Viraji Ogodapola’s, wonderful Tanaga below, that started us on the trail,
