human nature
and its assorted animals
you are no better off
for having left
the barn door open
Saturday, August 12, 2017
breathing is painful
from the fractured rib
from the blunt force
from the brush fire you made
dying in the moonlight
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from the fractured rib
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
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Cindy Tebo,
solstice,
tanka
Saturday, May 20, 2017
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Winds were 60 mph last night. Downed power lines in Cedar Hill.
straight-line winds
knocking trees
into the pond
a school of fish
check out the new arrivals
straight-line winds
knocking trees
into the pond
a school of fish
check out the new arrivals
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3/7/2017,
revised tanka,
school of fish,
straight-line winds
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
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08JAN17,
bricks,
Cindy Tebo,
revised 3/7/2017,
tanka
Thursday, December 29, 2016
through hills and valleys
the water flows uninterrupted
until it turns into river--
we drink in the views
along with traces of metal
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29Dec16,
Cindy Tebo,
revised tanka on 08MAR2017