tanka

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

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Asphodel



the ping
of blueberries
filling the bucket
one by one
the years

I mend
the broken basket
that once held meadowsweet
for mother’s funeral—
the weight of ripe melons

arms outstretched
in a blackbird wind
I dance
my tiny role
in the pantomime

dapples of  light
fall across my future
gravesite . . .
on a neighboring stone
the one word laughter


--Ribbons  9:2, Fall 2013

2 comments:

  1. How nicely these all work together ... and love how you end the sequence, with "laughter."

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  2. Thanks, Janet! This was one of those "accidental" sequences that arose as a surprise out of the individual poems.

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