Chopping carrots…

 

failed haiku: A Journal of English Senryu, Volume 3, Issue 32

 

one haiku:

chopping carrots –
with each decisive cut
I think of you

 

and two pieces of tankart:

belladonna

 

 

an alligator glides by

 

 

Haiku and  Tankart are by Mary Kendall, (c) 2018

best journal and pen

With breath so soft . . . (tanka)

 

Redlights, June 2018:

 

a newborn fawn
hidden in tall grasses,
with breath so soft
not even a dandelion
stirs

 

Fawn by Carmen Sterba Russell

Photograph by Carmen Sterba Russell (used with her permission) (c) 2018

Sipping skinny lattés

 

Prune Juice, Journal of Senryu, Kyoka, Haibun & Haiga, Issue, 24, Spring 2018:

two senryu and one kyoka published

 

 

 

pulling a single

strand of silken thread …

her undoing

 

              …

 

sipping skinny lattés

they march against

world hunger

 

              …

 

a slight limp

on cold and rainy days

how easy it is

to fall out of step

with myself

 

 

orb weaver Robert Potts:Getty Images

Orb Weaver Web / Photo by Robert Potts/Getty Images

 

 

Noon… (a haiga)

 

 

 

 

 

Published in Prune Juice, Journal of Senryu, Kyoka, Haibun & Haiga, Issue, 24, Spring 2018

 

 

Notes from other lives… (two tanka)

 

Gusts, no. 27, Contemporary Tanka (Canada)
spring/summer 2018

 

 

heart fluttering

and eyes closed tight –

it was as if you knew

the swallows had flown

away again

 

 

 

 

shipwreck spoils

wash back and forth

upon the tide –

notes from other lives

left in sea glass shards

 

 

Both tanka (c) 2018, Mary Kendall

Flying against the wind

The poem, “Flying Against the Wind” is the final poem in my chapbook, Erasing the Doubt, (c) 2015,  Finishing Line Press. (The book is available for purchase from Finishing Line Press.)

 

 

Flying Against the Wind

 

Your thoughts drifted out to sea—riding on the wind

like wisps of breath lost on a freezing day.

.
With only the lighthouse for company and water all around,

your steady feet were planted firmly on the point.

You looked as if you were an island isolated from the world,

but you were not.

 

The chill March air made even you feel cold.

You pulled the flapping wings of your jacket closed,

zipped it, and slid your hands deep inside the pockets.

Except for this, you never moved.

 

You stood there looking at the sea that went on forever,

searching the horizon for clues where it might end.

The wind stung your eyes as waves conjured up whitecaps,

then swept them away like mermaids lost and turned to foam

while currents pulled together and then apart.

 

A fierce gust blew through your bones, trying to topple you,

but you stood fast. Even sea birds hid behind steep cliffs,

not daring to fly against the wind.

 

waves

“Arai: Whitecaps on the Ocean (Arai—Enkai hato),” c. 1848-1849, by Utagawa Hiroshige I

Reckoning . . .

 

Gusts fall 2017 no 1

 

 

owl close up

Note: This beautiful owl drawing appears on Pinterest, but I was unable to trace it to a specific artist. I am grateful to the unknown artist for putting this lovely piece ‘out there’ for others to view and use.