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.

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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.

 

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

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.

Pooh sticks . . .

 

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In the November, 2017 issue of Blithe Spirit, the Journal of the British Haiku Society, these tanka and haiku were published. All poems are (c) 2017 Mary Kendall.

 

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Queen’s dollhouse—
we examine the tiny rooms
in barely a whisper

 

 

crowning—
the full moon pushes
through fog

 

 

 

his fingerprint
left under a cup
he made
her only way
to hold on

 

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the slow uncurling
of the fiddleheads
one by one
learning to let go
is never easy

 

 

 

Speechless . . . (a tanka)

 

 

 

the statue of David
stands so tall in the gallery,
I am speechless
in the Italian
I never learned

 

 

Published in Ekphrasis: The British Haiku Society Member’s Anthology, 2017

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The statue of David by Michelangelo is in the Accademia Gallery in Florence, Italy. It was sculpted between 1501 and 1504.

Paper and dolls…(tanka)

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Two tanka of mine appeared in the last issue of Ribbons, the journal of the Tanka Society of America.

 

Ribbons, Fall 2017: Volume 13, Number 3

 

still collecting dolls
into her old age
a special name for each –
and one story
she refused to tell

 

Tanka Café, Fall 2017: theme was “paper”

 

a book propped
by the pillow on my knees,
page after page
I ease into someone
else’s life

 

 

Winter static … (one line haiku)

 

A one-line haiku published in

Acorn, A Journal of Contemporary Haiku,
#39, Fall 2017

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winter static   the crackle of your silence

 

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