tanka

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

Sunday, October 4, 2015

the river

echoing
across the river
the tune
my father used to whistle
on summer mornings 


~red lights 11:2, June 2015


no bridge
to that sunlit shore—
the stone
I skip across the river
falls short

~A Hundred Gourds 4:3, June 2015


step by step
I cross the stream 
on a fallen tree—
with open arms I balance 
childhood and old age

~Skylark 3:1, summer 2015





4 comments:

  1. I find these 3 poems fit well together and I love the crisp images. My favorite is "no bridge to that sunlit shore," which also works metaphorically. Thanks!

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  2. So wonderful, and I feel like I'm there with you!

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