“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.” ~ Vincent van Gogh
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Showing posts with label tanka. Show all posts
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Tuesday, August 26, 2025

Deer


in America

my first time seeing deer –

shy, delicate,

they appeared to me

though locals called them pests




Written for facebook group Tanka Poets On Site, 

for 25 Aug. 2025, prompt: Deer.



Sunday, August 24, 2025

On a boat ...

 

on a boat

on a river

sunny day —

my friend sends photos

and I imagine


















Actually one of my own photos from a different boating occasion.



Friday, August 22, 2025

Wing


gliding wing

swiftly across my sight

followed by 

a fragment of song –

Spring coming early




Written for facebook group Tanka Poets on Site

for 21 August 2025, prompt: Wing.



Tuesday, January 24, 2023

January micro 2023: 7

my Tarot client

speaks of her widowhood

and I too weep


*


ten years 

since he died —

by now

memories are both 

grief and joy

Sunday, January 22, 2023

January micro 2023:5
















When I stroke behind her ears

as she settles to sleep,

I love even more than her purr

the ecstatic curl and flex

of one little paw.


*
















Sunday breakfast treat —

café style raisin toast

two fat slices


*




















I draw Queen of Swords 

the independent woman 

also the widow –

happy to think of Andrew

and what a good life we made



Wednesday, September 28, 2022

September tanka – bee / grass

 

Clover

and dandelions

dance

on my front lawn –

but no bees hum


************


cutting the grass

beheading clover

and dandelions –

leaving in their space 

no shelter for snakes




Prompts from the Tanka Poets on Site facebook group

Wednesday, November 24, 2021

In heavy rain ...

in heavy rain
a tiny green tree frog
gives huge voice –
his joy my comfort
its deep steady throb

Thursday, October 28, 2021

Sending a Signal

I swap 

the queen size bed

for a single –

telling the Universe: no,

I really don’t want company







Thursday, July 9, 2020

lingering ...

lingering 
even in silence —
the sound of
that unanswered phone’s
reverberations

Saturday, July 4, 2020

Dark times ...

Dark times. So hard
to find anything
that I can love.

First focus on the small:
leaves, flowers, young birds...

Saturday, May 30, 2020

Winter is Coming: tanka

white trunk
of the eucalypt
swaying
against blue sky
while the air cools 

black and white
shapes flit in and out
of the trees —
busy magpies
six months old

on the breeze
that edge of cold
an aftertaste —
or a presage of
the inevitable

vines mingle —
pale pink flowers
of spring 
tricked by autumn, beside
wintry orange  blooms

Tuesday, February 11, 2020

Variations on a theme

Haiku: 


days of rain
baby water dragon*
likes my yard

*Eastern Water Dragon, Australian lizard.



Tanka:


in my yard
the intruder stands
with bold gaze
claiming ownership –
this tiny lizard


Cherita:

I look out through the glass door.

A baby water dragon stands proud
in the rain-soaked yard, gazing back.

I turn, grab my camera. In that moment
it disappears, I’m focused on an empty spot.
I still see the vivid defiance, the ownership.


'We must stay positive!' many exhorted, as fires destroyed much of my country. I found such advice intensely annoying. What, play for the sinking of the Titanic? And anyway, I felt I was only capable of dark, despairing poems. Then one wise friend advised me to find small things to still love about the world and write of them, so as not to pass even more despair to others. I couldn't at first; then, finally, turning to micropoetry seemed to offer a way.

(I've decided I like the cherita best on this occasion, and am making resolutions to use it more often.)


I'm sharing this at Weekly Scribblings #6 at Poets and Storytellers United: Turn Cliché Into Poetry or Prose.

Friday, January 3, 2020

Fires everywhere ..


Fires everywhere
horizons blanked out by smoke.
Never thought I
hater of cold as I am
would suddenly long for snow.




Saturday, August 5, 2017

They cascade

















they cascade
warm orange bright gold
down the vase
spilling fresh fragrance 
my friend's nasturtiums



Thursday, November 12, 2015

Birthday Tanka

on my birthday
coconut macaroons
for breakfast
my toy teddies watching
this child of seventy-six


















Yes, 'small stones' are supposed to be observations of the external world, not so much one's inner processes. Hope it works to put myself under the microscope on this occasion.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Past and Present LIves

In her vision
the cobra was black,
confronting her
with a large emerald
shining between its eyes.

I told her
she must have been a queen
in old Egypt.
She said she missed her slaves
(hated cleaning the house).