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🌻[Shun-hai] Sora Aono's Unsolicited Awards (Tanka)🌻

碧乃 そら


[Shun-hai] Thank you so much!✨
I was honored with the Judge Miyu Award🥇, the Judge Madonatsu Award🥇, and the Silver Award🎖️ in the Tanka category—awards I am unworthy of but deeply grateful for💖🥺💖

My thank-you article is here⬇️


To show my appreciation, even if just a little...✨
With that feeling, I am presenting some unsolicited awards🎖️🥰
I selected these from the list of Tanka without knowing who wrote them!

As someone who writes Tanka through self-study and my own style, I cannot write formal critiques, but I have added my thoughts filled with the feeling of 'I love this part of this poem!'(*´▽`*)❀


🌻Sora Aono's Unsolicited Awards🏅🌻

(In numerical order)

15. A rainy season love, slower than a snail, perhaps it's the umbrella's fault that we cannot even hold hands

My heart skipped a beat at this endearing and heartwarming scene of love💘
I love how it is beautifully expressed using the related terms of the rainy season, 'snail' and 'umbrella'.


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37. Left unborrowed by anyone, the letters on the spine are clear, a distant cicada shower

It is wonderful how it conveys the quiet atmosphere of a library,
as if it were cut off from the outside world of the scorching sun♡


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74. Even after sunset, it still looks blue, a heart-fluttering moment just like a white night

With the orange of 'sunset', the 'blue', and the 'white night', I felt as if the colors were
vibrantly coloring the 'heart-fluttering moment'♡


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163. Twilight, you seem invisible, yet I know you, and yet I don't, you, starry night

The scene shifting from 'twilight' to 'starry night' is beautiful,
and the bittersweet, mysterious atmosphere is wonderful.
Also, the rhythm when reading it is very pleasant♪


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236. I know this love is damp and failing, yet I continue, for the occasional sparks that scatter feel like they could be called love.

A poem where the second half leaves a very strong impression✨
The sparks are like those from a damp match that won't light,
but the way you compare that to 'something that could be called love' is amazing...!


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249. I gauge how much HP you have left by the sound of your voice on a whim of a phone call.

The expression 'how much HP you have left' is so cute and heartwarming♡
I can feel the strong bond at the root of this, where you can gauge the other person's condition just by hearing their voice.


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281. Mama hold me, Mama look here, Mama juice; I'm holding you, I'm looking, there's plenty now.

My son, who is almost three, is exactly like this right now...!
I felt the cuteness of the child and the immense love of the mother♡


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305. Waking to the transparent voice of the cicadas, I find myself in a strange world where I cannot tell if it is morning or evening.

It is wonderful how you have so impressively captured the sound of the evening cicadas,
which is nostalgic and feels like it seeps into the heart and draws you in♡


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351. As if it were the last, the sparks of the incense firework scattered, and the light itself became the night sky.

The sparks of the incense firework quietly melting into the darkness of the night—and then the sky scattered with stars.
The transparent, summer-like scene is truly beautiful✨


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355. A mid-afternoon in the intense heat where even the wind chimes do not ring; rolling on the wooden floor, the coolness is but a moment.

My children are always rolling around on the floor
looking for even the slightest cool spot (lol),
so this was a poem I really empathized with, thinking 'Ah, I know that feeling!'✨


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368. Spectrum, the shell of summer, placed by my side, until the afterimage of the fireworks becomes transparent.

I was first captivated by the hiragana 'supekutoru' (spectrum)💘
I felt that the slightly melancholy atmosphere of late summer
was seeping out from each of the words and phrases.


That concludes the 11 poems.

Thank you for introducing me to so many wonderful tanka! ☺️💕



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