Blithe Spirit 29:4, 2019 (two tanka)
the familiar scent
of lemon oil rubbed
on old wood –
a new cat finds a place
in your empty chair
* * *
on the ground
a nest of hatchlings
fallen from a tree –
how well you always
hid your pain
Category Archives: Mary Kendall poetry
Unable to forget . . .
Modern Haiku, Issue 50:3, 2019
pruning roses
unable to forget her
scarred wrists
Dementia . . .
The Heron’s Nest, Volume XXI, Number 3: September 2019
dementia
the soft clay begins
to harden
Three Tanka in Gusts
Three tanka were published in the last issue of
Gusts, Contemporary Tanka No. 30, Fall/Winter 2019
as Geminids flit by
in the inky darkness
I pull your jacket tight
around myself
. . . all I have left
∼ ∼ ∼
ripeness
bears its own burden . . .
fragrant peaches
dangle low
bruises a breath away
∼ ∼ ∼
in old growth grass
a newborn fawn
wobbles on spindly legs –
a sure reminder
how brief a season is
Three in Kokako 31
KOKAKO 31 , 2019, a journal of the New Zealand Poetry Society
first apricots
the baby’s soft breath
in my ear
~
moonflower
night after night
that same dream
~
barely a whisper
between daylight
and nightfall
when shadows
hide in darkness
Chasing the night
2019 Haiku Society of America Members’ Anthology (A Moment’s Longing):
chasing the night—
a falling blossom
graces my tea
A Poet in Time 