I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

This blog is not, 'Here are my very best poems'. It's for work in progress, subject to revision.
Posts may be updated without notice at any time. Completed work appears in my books.

3 March 2010

After the storm: February Tanka 2010

wet sand gets kicked up
as the dog runs towards me
where I stand my ground
it circles and skirmishes
then dashes back down the beach

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Did it happen? No,
I dreamed it. Then I wrote it
as a tanka. What
does it all mean? Whatever
you may choose to make of it!

2/2/10


his yearly heart check
I drive the rainy highway
drop him off then search
half an hour to park in mud
his check-up my stress

9/2/10


after the storm
the morning air is fresh
we open wide
the doors to the garden
a soft breeze for breakfast

16/2/10


shadows fall
and the light on the grass
starts to shrink

it is the clouds massing
behind your departure

23/2/10

4 comments:

  1. mm, like that last one. it feels particularly tanka.

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  2. Thank you.

    That was the one in which I finally remembered that they're supposed to be romantic. :)

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  3. Oh, I so like that last one! :)

    ('too,' she adds, reading the previous comments!)

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