Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
the mirror reveals
an incantation gone wrong
nature becomes me
Thanks to Colleen for hosting Tanka Tuesday and choosing the theme of “the day after” as offered by Elizabeth, from Tea and Paper.
And to Sadie’s What Do You See challenge for providing the perfect pic for my knotty brain!
I
as elephants brawl
and the foolish close their eyes
only the grass aches
II
monsters laugh with glee
when the preying buzzards swirl
o’er the barren shell
This haiku set was inspired by current times. Read into them what you will.
Thanks to FOWC and the prompt of “crazy” for which I substituted “foolish.” (Hope that’s OK with Fandango!) And thanks to NaPoWriMo and their challenge to find an idiomatic phrase from a different language or culture and use it as the jumping-off point for your poem. I chose the following:
Kenyan proverb: “When elephants fight, it is the grass that gets hurt.”
Meaning: Fights between the powerful only hurt the little guy.
Guided by the moon
The undying sail the sea
West to Valinor
Image credit- Pixabay-Thommas
Thanks to Sadje for Keeping It Alive When I saw this picture (for her What Do You See challenge), the end of the Lord of the Rings saga immediately popped into my head. So here is my (with apologies to J.R.R. Tolkien for my rather lame and by Tolkien standards way too short) ode to setting off from the Grey Havens headed to Valinor.
finishing the grind
as the kettle starts to sing
practice makes perfect
In honor of NaPoWriMo, this haiku is an ode to one of life’s small pleasures. For me it’s making our morning coffee. I love the whole process from grinding the beans to pushing the plunger on our French press. It’s an art and a science that never quite produces the same taste.
And as it sometimes happens, Linda’s SoCS prompt of “practice”was a perfect splash of milk to complete my thoughts. Thanks!
The cord stretching tight
“Shut up David it’s my turn”
Giggles and whispers
Beep! Call waiting (no don’t go)
Crying, as he said goodbye
Today at NaPoWriMo our prompt asks us to move backwards in time away from such modern contrivances as podcasts and write a poem that features forgotten technology. This immediately brought me back to the days of one phone for the whole family. I have vivid memories of stretching the cord as far as it could possibly go so that I could (just barely) slip behind a door for some quasi privacy. Oh the days … So thanks for reading my goofy lil’ tanka.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 