Tag: tanka

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

false tears (a tanka)

Tina Stewart Brakebill

You provoke! he cries.

An Aberration. he cries.

You make me! he cries

He cries. I apologize.

False tears. We begin again.

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Important reminder: COVID-19 has worsened the ongoing horror of domestic violence. If you or a loved one (in the U.S) needs more information or help, they can contact The National Domestic Violence Hotline

As a regular supporter of my local Domestic Violence Support Network (CASA) I have been keeping up with the added domestic violence dangers COVID brings to at-risk families, and today the image provided by Sadje’s WDYS Challenge and the word prompts from the WOTD Challenge (provoke) and Fandango’s FOWC (aberration) came together to inspire this work.

Be kind to each other.

REACH OUT (SAFELY) IF YOU NEED SUPPORT!

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

to become transcendent

Tina Stewart Brakebill

rising together

yesterday not forgotten

but looking ahead  

for the hope of tomorrow

is to become transcendent

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Photo by Frans Van Heerden on Pexels.com

Thanks to Colleen and her Tanka Tuesday Theme Prompt. Visit her site for details and great writing.

My tanka was inspired by current events as well as the provided theme: A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: 

“…Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time…”

Flash Fiction, Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

his first barber

Tina Stewart Brakebill
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Photo by Thgusstavo Santana on Pexels.com

no more comic books

or picturing his first shave

no more sneaking drinks

or pretending not to hear

two ten main street is no more

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Thanks to Fandango for the thought-provoking photo. It reminded me of the sad Covid-19 reality that some things may never come back. Not sure why my mind went to barbershops, but … it did. So here’s my story that’s also a poem or poem that’s also a story? You get the idea!

Stay safe! Where a mask. Be a kind human person. We’re all going thought something.

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

one phone to rule them …

Tina Stewart Brakebill

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  

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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.