Category Archives: poems of growing older

ghosting myself . . . (tanka)

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Ribbons 16:3 (fall 2020)

 

 

 

ghosting myself
by looking away . . .
     the mirror                        
no longer a friend
I care to see

 

 

 

(c) Mary Kendall, 2020

 

 

Note: This pretty hand mirror was crafted in Germany and sold on Etsy.com.

Tanka No. 2: pale pink petals

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Here’s the second tanka published in
Gusts no. 32, Fall/Winter 2020

 

 

pale pink petals
scattered on the desk
one by one the days
of isolation pass,
each fading to nothing

 

 

 

 

Peripheral vision … (two tanka)

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Redlights, Volume 16, No. 1, January 2020

 


a gradual loss
of peripheral vision
leaves it all unclear 
     why is it that the brain 
still searches for the edge
 

~

underlined passages
in a library book –
I idle away an hour
puzzling why a reader
chose those words

You turn a deaf ear . . . (3 Tanka)

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Published in Gusts 31 (Spring/Summer 2020), Tanka Canada

 

Three tanka written and read by Mary Kendall (click on link):

 

 

how do I tell you

about the darkness                             

that embraces me,

    uninvited

    unwanted  

 

          ~

 

a loose shutter

flaps in the storm ~

times when it’s so easy

to lose names, numbers

and where to go

 

           ~

 

the morning spent

ripping out

wild honeysuckle vines . . .

no matter how hard I try

you turn a deaf ear