Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

memory of trees

a spring memory

leaves catching light and raindrops

just for a moment

blooming tree tops and deep roots

lush in the fullness of life

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then memory fades

light falls on barren branches

shimmering silver   

time scatters like fallen leaves  

ripe with possibilities   

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What is a Tanka?

Haiku Society of America definitions committee led by William J. Higginson (published in the HSA Newsletter in early 1994) describes it as follows:

“TANKA. The typical lyric poem of Japanese literature, composed of five unrhymed metrical units of 5,7,5,7,7 ‘sound symbols’; tanka in English have generally been in five lines with a total of thirty-one or fewer syllables, often observing a short, long, short, long, long pattern. Tanka usually need no titles, though in Japanese a ‘topic’ (dai) is often indicated where a title would normally stand in Western poetry. In Japan, the tanka is well over twelve hundred years old (haiku is about three hundred years old), and has gone through many periods of change in style and content. But it has always been a poem of feelings, often involving metaphor and other figurative language (not generally used in haiku). While tanka praising nature have been written, and seem to resemble “long haiku,” most tanka deal with human relationships or the author’s situation. In the words of Sanford Goldstein, “behind the scene is the autobiographical moment of the poet’ (‘Tanka Off the Back Burner,’ Frogpond XV:2 Fall–Winter 1992). The best tanka harmonizes the writer’s emotional life with the elements of the outer world used to portray it.”

Thanks for the chance to share this double tanka meditation on aging (and trees)!

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

a song of gold

to those who’ve lost their way

and mourn the songs of old 

hear her song of gold

let it lift you in its sway

its melody weaving hope for this new day

as her harmonies take hold

like sweet nectar for the bold 

and a cure those who’ve lost their way

Choosing hope today … or I’m trying!

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

the needle

“Sit still!” she commanded, as I shifted in my chair, “you’ll only feel a pinch.”

Despite her supposedly reassuring words, her eyes gleamed, glassy with malicious anticipation.

Fright prickled the skin on the back of my neck, and I twisted away from the needle.

Maybe I could do try and do a runner.

There must be a road. My mind drifting back, as my body dropped like a sack of potatoes and my vision turned to dust, there must be a road.

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Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

hope for my mind’s eye

dust fills my mind’s eye

conjuring a drab vista

as doubt smothers hope

tears transform the dust   

a rainbow lifts the drab sky

and hope muddles doubt

 

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I’m all about the ying/yang again today.

Our daily Three Things Challenge words are the following:


DUST
DOUBT
DRAB

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