dreams lost in dreams . . . (three haiku)

 

Three haiku were also published in Presence, Issue #62, 2018:

 

1.

 

dreams lost in dreams wild poppies

 

 

Field of Poppies, Photographer Unknown

 

2.

 

“Snow” by gookingsword (Pixabay)

 

 

 

deep in winter

abandoned nests

and forgotten songs

 

 

 

3.

 

waking from a dream

the night winds

unsettle the moon

 

 

Photo by Kenrick Mills on Unsplash

 

 

 

Your dark self . . .

 

It is always an honor to appear in Pamela A. Babusci’s Moonbathing, a Journal of Women’s Tanka.  The high level of quality tanka in this bi-annual journal by some of the best women writers of tanka make it a journal to read again and again.

 

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Moonbathing, a journal of women’s tanka, Issue 17, November 2017 

 

 

 

your dark self—

that side

hidden

away like

a new moon

 

 

New year moon . . .

 

 

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One of my very favorite poetry journals, hedgerow, a journal of small poems, published this haiku in their print issue #122. Isn’t the cover picture gorgeous?

 

 

new year moon—

looking backward

looking forward

 

 

My thanks to Caroline Skanne, the poet/editor behind this lovely journal.

Haiga #3 (a senryu)

This is #3 of the three photo haiga published in the March issue of faileD haikU, a Journal of English Senryu, Volume 1, Issue 3, edited by Michael Rehling. A bit of nursery rhyme whimsy in this one.

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divider purple

 

Note: this beautiful photo is in the public domain free use category. The senryu is by Mary Kendall.

Winter Night Sky (a tanka)

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Starry Sky (c) Kayaga

 

how could the moon

show its face

without light

…how could the stars

sing us songs?

 

journal and pen

 

 

 

Fly me to the moon…haiku for the season

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Full Moon of the Winter Solstice (c) 2010 Martin Liebermann

 

As I post this, it is the morning of the winter solstice of 2015. Where I live in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, the winter solstice officially happens tonight at 11:49 pm, EST. Wherever YOU are, it will happen at a different hour or perhaps the same. Readers of this blog come from all over the world–one of the joys in blogging is seeing the list of countries of readers–and I love imagining the moon going through its magical phases for each of you. Tonight, the solstice. Later this week, a full moon. What more could we want?

 

 

 

These are some of my earliest haiku:

 

WINTER MOON HAIKU

First published on Poets Online (c) Mary Kendall

Later used as lyrics in “Winter Moon” by Paul Carey, a piece for women’s chorus in (c) 2011.

 

night snow
boughs dreaming
of first blossoms

 

Fog filled woods~
even the winter moon
has lost its way

 

a winter walk
footprints
tell no tales

 

the blue moon
silently closes the door
upon the year

 

 

Tanka on a May Morning

In the past five months I have been studying my much beloved tanka, haiku and small poems in order to become a better writer. Writers–and poets–need to keep growing as they go.  As part of my interest in these lovely small poem forms, I have joined a number of exception online groups of poets who post their own writing. On several of the sites, “prompts” are given and sometimes a picture is given. People respond as they wish or not. Often comments are given. I can’t tell you what a thrill it is to get a “like” or even a comment by one of these poets who are so gifted and accomplished tanka and/or haiku poets, but even without the ‘likes,’ it feels wonderful to be a little more confident about sharing poems publicly. This morning, I’m posting several tanka I wrote this week to specific prompts.

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1    [prompt: celebration of color]

Photograph (c) Kristin Sanderson

Photograph (c) Kristin Sanderson

 

scribbles

of scarlet red

in the shrubs—

two cardinals

take flight

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  1.  [prompt: full moonrise, unforgettable moon]

 

Photography (c) by Cab Treadway

Photography (c) by Cab Treadway

cloud masquerade

tonight—

the moon is hidden

from your

wanton gaze

 

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3    [prompt: how you share your journey]

old cobblestones

so hard to cross—

without speaking

I take your arm

and we walk on

old cobblestones in cornwall

 

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4    [prompt: flutes..music…]

plum-tree-picture

sweet song

hidden in the plum tree–

a nightengale

gives itself

away

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