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Showing posts with label tanka. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tanka. Show all posts
Saturday, October 26, 2019
somehow I know it's you...
the forlorn call
of a killdeer
on the lonely side
of sunset
the forlorn call
of a killdeer
on the lonely side
of sunset
Labels:
10/26/2019,
forlorn,
killdeer,
tanka
Wednesday, September 11, 2019
remembering
our conversation
about drug addiction
the greatest tragedy
is your own self-loathing
Labels:
depression,
drug addiction,
self destruction,
tanka
Sunday, August 25, 2019
logging thousands of miles
without connections to cyberspace
the monarch butterflies
know the beauty
and power
of silence
Labels:
25AUG19,
cyberspace,
monarch butterflies,
silence,
tanka
Friday, August 23, 2019
poor penmanship
by eighth grade
the nuns were done
correcting the angle
of my misshapen letters
by eighth grade
the nuns were done
correcting the angle
of my misshapen letters
Labels:
23aug19,
nuns,
penmanship,
tanka
Sunday, August 4, 2019
2nd time around
the prayer labyrinth
I find comfort
in every repetition
of the chickadee's song
the prayer labyrinth
I find comfort
in every repetition
of the chickadee's song
Labels:
04Aug19,
chickadee,
prayer labyrinth,
repetition,
tanka
Saturday, August 3, 2019
Wednesday, May 30, 2018
static in the voice
of a landline phone
old farmstead
all my connections
are antiquated
of a landline phone
old farmstead
all my connections
are antiquated
Labels:
30May18,
getting old,
landline,
old farmstead,
tanka
Sunday, May 6, 2018
after a fall
and an overturned chair
I suddenly don't care
if the picture
is crooked
and an overturned chair
I suddenly don't care
if the picture
is crooked
Labels:
06may18,
chair,
Cindy Tebo,
crooked picture,
fall,
tanka
Sunday, April 22, 2018
the pods from last year
still attached
to the catalpa
I have yet to master
the art of letting go
still attached
to the catalpa
I have yet to master
the art of letting go
Labels:
22apr18,
catalpa,
Cindy Tebo,
letting go,
tanka
Monday, April 9, 2018
turning over the keys
to the mechanic
at the repair shop
the suggestion box
held together with duct tape
to the mechanic
at the repair shop
the suggestion box
held together with duct tape
Labels:
09Apr18,
duct tape,
keys,
mechanic,
repair shop,
suggestion box,
tanka
Sunday, April 1, 2018
this year on easter
and april fool's day
the up rising
of daffodils
falling in the snow
and april fool's day
the up rising
of daffodils
falling in the snow
Labels:
01APR18,
april fool's day,
Cindy Tebo,
daffodils,
easter,
nature,
tanka
Sunday, March 4, 2018
Saturday, August 12, 2017
human nature
and its assorted animals
you are no better off
for having left
the barn door open
and its assorted animals
you are no better off
for having left
the barn door open
Labels:
12AUG17,
Cindy Tebo,
human nature,
tanka
breathing is painful
from the fractured rib
from the blunt force
from the brush fire you made
dying in the moonlight
Labels:
12AUG17,
Cindy Tebo,
fractured rib,
tanka
the tail is
the last thing to disappear
a red-shouldered hawk
on an antique plow
devouring a mouse
the last thing to disappear
a red-shouldered hawk
on an antique plow
devouring a mouse
Labels:
12AUG17,
Cindy Tebo,
red shouldered hawk,
tanka
Tuesday, June 20, 2017
you were always
planning our next trip
summer solstice
the darkness
filled with fireflies
planning our next trip
summer solstice
the darkness
filled with fireflies
Labels:
Cindy Tebo,
solstice,
tanka
Saturday, May 20, 2017
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
With The Moon
These are tanka I wrote several years ago. They were published on "The Anglo-Japanese Society" website which is no longer accessible.
with the moon
against the darkness
I start out small
in just a sliver
of canoe
lost streets
that twist without reason
except to hold
the shadows
of other people's stories
in the anatomy
of a gray feather
barely a spine--
is that all it takes
to travel so lightly
this morning the river
carries the news before
I can write it down
three deer are swimming
towards me
buried in hands
a face tired
of holding itself up
I know not if this church
is for prayer or sorrow
with the moon
against the darkness
I start out small
in just a sliver
of canoe
lost streets
that twist without reason
except to hold
the shadows
of other people's stories
in the anatomy
of a gray feather
barely a spine--
is that all it takes
to travel so lightly
this morning the river
carries the news before
I can write it down
three deer are swimming
towards me
buried in hands
a face tired
of holding itself up
I know not if this church
is for prayer or sorrow
Sunday, January 8, 2017
the red-faced stare
of a rundown house
like tall tales
no one remembers
where the bricks came from
of a rundown house
like tall tales
no one remembers
where the bricks came from
Labels:
08JAN17,
bricks,
Cindy Tebo,
revised 3/7/2017,
tanka