if this is a dream...
a single strand of hair
carried by the wind
I never get to see
where it lands
Sunday, March 4, 2018
Monday, November 27, 2017
Coming To A Theater Near You
directional flashing
for the past 5 miles
an oblivious driver
"I love Zombies,"
on his bumper sticker
The bicentennial license plate proclaimed he was from Indiana. When I turned off, his directional was still flashing.
for the past 5 miles
an oblivious driver
"I love Zombies,"
on his bumper sticker
The bicentennial license plate proclaimed he was from Indiana. When I turned off, his directional was still flashing.
Labels:
directional challenged,
I love zombies,
oblivious
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
for 3 months now
1 set of curtains
UpSide-down
every day I view the world
through my mistakes
through my mistakes
Labels:
Cindy Tebo,
curtains,
revised tanka,
revisioned
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, 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
Labels:
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