Cascading orange
the neighbour’s vine and flowers
pour over my fence
announcing the early Spring
with a surge of warm colour.
3/8/10
I anticipate
summer’s blue sky, cool water —
but I’ll miss the creek
where I swam with pelicans
before we moved into town.
4/8/10
Heavy, steady rain,
gutters like torrents gushing —
and I’m out in it.
How delightful to come home
at last and write a tanka!
10/8/10
On this fine Spring day
the lawn is full of flowers:
bright dandelions,
clover, and unknown blue ones —
weeds I don’t want to remove.
17/8/10
In the fierce sun
by a pool in Italy
books are discarded
as the poet comes unstuck
'twixt melting verse, hot kisses.
18/8/10
Mum’s old sugar-spoon
that I saved after she died
is too tarnished now.
In my seventy-first year
I throw it out — my childhood.
22/8/10
Always there’s dancing
as your breast rises in sleep,
as the moon rises
like a white gardenia,
smoke and music dance on air.
24/8/10
Barbra Streisand sings.
My husband turns her up loud
while he makes coffee.
He brings it to me in bed
to the the strains of ‘I Loves You’.
31/8/10
The fifth and seventh were responses to tanka
by Donall Dempsey at Tanka on Tuesday, MySpace
I really loved your "10/8/10" Tanka
ReplyDeleteI feel like I can relate to the last two lines. I think some "weeds" are truly beautiful. I never want to remove the dandelions in my driveway, even when they begin to overpower it! I feel like they almost have feelings, or something...
Yes, I feel like that too. I finally removed mine yesterday, as they were becoming overwhelming. I thanked them for the pleasure they had given me and said sorry for the necessity to remove them, and hoped that would suffice.
ReplyDeleteI try to think of it as somewhat like insects: fine so long as they stay out of my space.
But flowers are easier to love than insects. :-D