tanka

tanka--
small songs I sing
to join
my voice to other voices
hidden in the grass

Friday, May 29, 2015

poppies





an old woman
stoops to weed her poppies—
I glimpse
the sprite of a girl
still dancing inside her

~A Hundred Gourds 3:4, Sept. 2014



changing light—
a splatter of poppies 
at our meadow’s  edge
the silvery ghost
of Monet at his easel

~A Hundred Gourds 3:4, Sept. 2014





Saturday, May 2, 2015

voices

my tongue
leaden with wondering 
what they’ll think . . . 
tangles of knotweed
overrun the irises

~GUSTS 20, Fall/winter 2014


whispers
from the dark night
inside me—
this gossamer presence,
her silver voice my own 

~red lights 11:1, Jan. 2015





Thursday, April 30, 2015

Tanka Sunday & Tanka Contest


The officers of the Tanka Society of America are pleased to share the following announcements: 


Save the Date: Tanka Sunday Is Back!
Join us on Sunday, October 18, 2015 (the last day of the Haiku North America conference), at the Desmond Hotel in Albany, New York, for another Tanka Sunday celebration. Tanka Sunday 2015 will have tanka readings, workshops, and presentations all afternoon and evening, plus a bookfair, group photo, and more.  Registration will be free  for everyone, including nonmembers (although donations will be welcome).  So mark the date on your calendar now, and watch for registration details later on our Facebook page and website and in member emails. Whether you attend the HNA conference or not, we hope to see you at Tanka Sunday 2015! Will you join us? 


Also, as a reminder, the submission window for the Sanford Goldstein International Tanka Contest opens tomorrow, May 1.
  

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Cameo


A collaborative 
tanka sequence
         by

Jenny Ward Angyal
         and
  Julie B. Cain

forsythia—
in my old age
will I find again
flared skirts for a faerie host 
among its yellow petals

between hills 
softened in sunset fog 
one peach-stained spire... 
the only way to get there 
a tutu and toe shoes

a toadlet 
tiny as a moonstone
on my hand . . .
Queen Anne’s lace
ruched at my throat

my soul 
comes home late 
trailing muddy twigs 
and skeins of silver web . . . 
following fireflies 


~Bright Stars 6, Fall 2014

Saturday, April 18, 2015

shards of light


shards of light
through a tessellation 
of leaves—
pieces of a puzzle 
my hands can’t grasp

~A Hundred Gourds 4:1, Dec. 2014

dreaming
I’ve been born blind . . . 
I poultice 
my third eye
with the meadowlark’s song

~Bright Stars 6, Fall 2014






Saturday, April 11, 2015

stars

mirrored
in the pool’s dark eye
a billion stars—
tadpoles wriggle
in a reed-bed universe



Sunday, April 5, 2015

awakenings

the chorus
beginning at dawn
inside me
a thousand birds
all singing at once


~Ribbons 10:2, spring/summer 2014


daffodils
running wild
in the meadow
I whisper my names
to the wakening earth

~red lights 10:2, June 2014