Pi; a tanka

submerged origins

stretch this jazz of blues to gust

bright brine-washed being;

I see clouds and wings trace Pi

sweeping up a cyclone’s tail.


Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

With many thanks to Colleen Chesebro for her Tanka Tuesday #photoprompt and to Jane Dougherty for this month’s photo which inspired my tanka.

(Alternative Text for photo: trees half-submerged in water under a blue sky with birds flying)



  1. ‘stretch this jazz of blues to dust’ — love it!

    1. antoniazen says:

      Thank-you 🙂

  2. “…bright brine washed being…” I love the visual these words conjure. Well done! ❤

    1. antoniazen says:

      Thanks 🙂 ❤️

  3. Array says:

    Pi and cyclone! wow, I could never see this in there!

  4. antoniazen says:

    Hi Elizabeth, thanks for your comment. I know what you mean. I suppose I’m reading between the lines. I see the aftermath of a cyclone in the submerged trees. The same ‘sacred geometry’ or golden ratio spiral I see in the windstorm and in bird flight. Pi I see everywhere, like the undercurrent of all life, its diversity, and interconnection. I’m fascinated by the apparently unending number whose patterns never identically repeat; to me, it says a lot about life. 🙂

  5. memadtwo says:

    Jazz of blues–just right. (K)

    1. antoniazen says:

      Thanks ☺️🎶

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