Skylark Tanka Journal 6:1, Summer 2018:
Two tanka
old walking stick—
once it was
a branch
that stretched
to the sky
. . .
all those years spent
twisted in shame –
cultivating old world roses
but still ignoring
the thorns
A beautiful walking stick made in the traditional manner.
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 Web / Photo by Robert Potts/Getty Images
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
Mary Kendall (USA) & Hazel Hall (Australia)
around the turn
we come across a patch
of wild strawberries
. . . a sudden longing
for something left behind MK
dividing
our harvest carefully
the taste
of over-ripened fruit
lingers in the mouth HH
searching everywhere
for that old blue sweater
one dropped stitch
and a secret hidden
in worn woolen strands MK
unraveling
our future fears
. . . two sparrows
perched on the scarecrow
pull father’s scarf apart HH
somewhere in silence
lies an answer . . .
each spring the task
of double digging soil
before planting MK
wheel turning
I throw a new pot . . .
moulding hope
for the future,
a fragile process HH
Published in Ribbons, Winter 2018: Volume 14, Number 1
Ribbons, Winter 2018: Volume 14, Number 1
Tanka Café Winter 2018 ~ weather prompt
I was born
in a winter storm,
a tiny soul
almost lost
in a sea of white
A Poet in Time 