tanka

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

Thursday, August 27, 2015

cleverness

one wayward iris
with its stem awry . . .
I reread
the scribbled comments
in my high school yearbook

~cattails 3: Sept. 2014



trying to free
a flailing black snake
entangled
in yards of bird netting . . .
the snarls of my karma

~cattails 3: Sept. 2014



sell your cleverness
and buy bewilderment—
midnight
finds me rapping
on the pawnshop door

~Bright Stars 6, Fall 2014
(Quotation in lines 1 & 2 is from Rumi)







Thursday, July 23, 2015

Migration

three nights
I dream of home
with locked doors—
a woman hands me a chart
marking the depths of the sea

my path
littered with the bones
of poems
I couldn’t write . . .
a blackbird whistling

a wren calling
in the piney wood
teacher teacher teacher. . .
I read aloud
from a scarlet leaf

my quarry—
a poem without words 
dancing 
through the green glade
barefoot as music

a wisp
of thistledown drifting 
before me 
I linger by the brook
to pan for fool’s gold

clear notes
rising from my flute—
the gift
of water flowing
in a life without rain

~Skylark 3:1, summer 2015


Saturday, June 27, 2015

signs

hot pink
handmade signs urge
Open Your Bible . . .
daylilies gone wild
bloom in the summer sun

~Atlas Poetica 20, Jan. 2015


preserve
our family values
on a billboard . . .
the homeless man’s sign
reads cancer in the bone

~Atlas Poetica 20, Jan. 2015


Monday, June 22, 2015

the child in me

an amber alert 
on my cellphone
at midnight 
the child in me 
goes missing in the dark




border crossing—
at the foot of the wall
between them and us
a handmade ladder
and a child’s torn shirt

~Atlas Poetica 20, Jan. 2015

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.