tanka

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

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

chrysalis

the tailor’s dummy
in my mother’s closet
no hands
no head no name . . .
her shape in my mirror

at the firehouse
a small white sign
safe surrender site
tenderly I swaddle
my orphaned fears

a box of delights
unopened inside me
I search
jungles and oceans
for the key in its lock

the music
breaks open
inside of me
something else
I didn’t know I wanted

hand-in-hand
through goldenrod
and asters
we catch for a moment
time’s powdered wings


Ribbons 8: 3, winter 2012



1 comment:

  1. a perfect title for this sequence, which I read just this week in ribbons! all strong tanka that work so well together. my v. favorite is the first one, followed by fourth (powerful ending).

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