That Sunday: October tanka 2011

Spring morning

I walk down the steps

into sunshine

new cobweb tendrils

cling to my jade plant

4/10/11

two flying insects
thin green and round black
hit my window
then bounce away at once
back to the Spring garden

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Full moon and one star

shining over my back yard.

I blow a quick kiss

and give thanks to the Goddess

that my sick friend becomes well.

11/10/11

a busy day

until he lies down to read

and drops asleep

curling into the pillow

the book moving with his breath

18/10/11

tall bamboo

behind my neighbour’s fence

is not much like

the round stems my Dad grew

when I was a child

I walk down

into the valley

by myself

and come back home

with a new tanka

I’m not brisk

I don’t wear special clothes

when I walk

I amble slowly 

the breeze in my hair

25/10/11

that Sunday

listening to Chopin

both of us

feeling as if we’d never

heard his music before 

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the gargoyle

my son David brought me

from Paris

is free of its neck chain

but one wing is broken

26/10/11

in this land

we sit down on the ground

for a yarn

one way the invaded

have taken us over

31/10/11

near miss

on roundabout

lesson

don’t make poems

while driving

#gogyohka

31/10/11