tanka

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

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Pegasus

My mother used to sing to horses.  She claimed that “Get Me to the Church on Time” from My Fair Lady soothed the skittish buckskin mare. But when she sang in the presence of human beings, they generally begged her to stop.  From my mother I absorbed the notion that both she and I were simply born without music, just as we’d been born without wings. It took me over sixty years to discover she was wrong; by then she was ten years dead without a song.

muffled
inside this chrysalis
of doubt—
trembling wings
unloosed by melody




Saturday, February 27, 2016

vibrations

cold fog 
enveloping my world
Bach
pours from the radio 
the light of trumpets

~GUSTS 21, spring/summer 2015


cello concerto—
no need for string theory
to convince me
the universe vibrates
to a deeper harmony

~A Hundred Gourds 4:4, Sept. 2015


the musician
speaks of going deeper
into the music—
playing for himself alone
he wraps us in his magic cloak

~GUSTS 22, fall/winter 2015

Friday, February 12, 2016

with cold lips

frost flowers
melting on the windowpane—
my breath
a passageway
among the stars

~Ribbons 11:1, winter 2015


nine red birds
in a swirl of snow. . .
have they flown
from some fairy tale
yet to be written?

~red lights 11:2, June 2015


with cold lips
she tastes the snow
on frozen pomegranates—
Persephone dreaming
of meadowsweet and rue






Wednesday, February 3, 2016

sparrows

sparrows 
in the hedgerow
unheeded
I fall into step
with the quick of their wings


~cattails Jan. 2015


in cold rain
a sparrow alights
for a moment
on my grocery cart—
my urge to curtsy

of Literature and Arts 2:1, Feb. 2014

Saturday, December 19, 2015

Eucalypt Distinctive Scribblings Awards

Eucalypt  
The Distinctive Scribblings Awards

             
The Awards recognise two outstanding poems from each issue of Eucalypt,
selected and appraised by winners of the Awards in the previous issue.


squiggly gum picSeveral species of eucalypts (gums) exhibit distinctive squiggles that result from moth larvae eating the live wood and leaving a scar that is revealed when the tree sheds its bark. This image of a gum with its insect-generated calligraphy, inspired the naming of the award. 



AWARD RECIPIENTS 


          Eucalypt  Issue 19, 2015
ancestral valley –
the way prayer flags
flicker light at dawn
I carry this in my heart
each time I leave home
                — Sonam Chhoki  
  



horseshoe –
the blacksmith’s hammer
singing on the anvil
beating out the rhythm
of long-lost luck

— Jenny Ward Angyal  

 











TSA Tanka-Prose Contest Winners

Special-event Tanka Prose Contest Winners

The Tanka Society of America is pleased to announce the winners of its first-ever tanka prose contest, held this 15th-anniversary year:

1st Place: Urszula Funnell (UK), "Checkmate"
2nd Place: J. Zimmerman (USA), "Ah Morelia" 
3rd Place: Claire Everett (UK), "The Window Poem"
Honorable Mentions: Jenny Ward Angyal (USA), "Gaps," and David Terelinck (Australia), "Carved in Stone"

Much appreciation goes to poet and editor Bob Lucky, who diligently served as judge for this blind-review contest. We're also very grateful to poet and TSA volunteer Susan Burch, who worked behind the scenes in helping us administer the contest, especially in building the judge's electronic file of anonymous entries. And a huge thanks, of course, to the sixty-nine poets from around the world who submitted entries.

To read the winning tanka prose pieces, please go to the TSA website. Note that the full judge's report, including contest commentary, will be published in the winter 2016 Ribbons. The judge's comments will be added after that to the website. 


Janet Lynn Davis
TSA vice president & contest coordinator, 2014-2015

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Advent calendars

decades
of advent calendars
my mother sent,
each marked with its year . . .
so many doors left open


~A Hundred Gourds 4:2, March 2015