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')

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4 November 2011

That Sunday: October tanka 2011

Spring morning
I walk down the steps
into sunshine
new cobweb tendrils
cling to my jade plant


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


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.


a busy day
until he lies down to read
and drops asleep
curling into the pillow
the book moving with his breath


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


that Sunday
listening to Chopin
both of us
feeling as if we’d never
heard his music before 


the gargoyle
my son David brought me
from Paris
is free of its neck chain
but one wing is broken


in this land
we sit down on the ground
for a yarn
one way the invaded
have taken us over


near miss
on roundabout
don’t make poems
while driving




  1. nice....i like the bouncing bug off the window it made me chuckle...and the hearing chopin again for the first time...i feel you....

  2. Wonderful compilation of English-style Tanka covering a nice range of topics and emotions -- love the light-heartedness of the 2nd and last ones!

  3. I love these, Rosemary, especially the near miss on the roundabout. I so know that feeling, constantly pulling over to scribble a few more lines......thank you so much for reading my Love Song to Clayoquot Sound - that is a long read. I so appreciate your interest! It was a glorious time! Golden. You would SO LOVE Tofino!!!!!

  4. I know I would, Sherry, from your description. (Though it might be a bit cold for me in winter.)

    It was worse than pulling over to write: trying to compose in my head while stlll driving!