ghosting myself . . . (tanka)

 

 

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.

Prayer (a tanka)

So careful a gardener, he patiently weeds between the pebbles.

 

This tanka is dedicated to my dear husband, Ritchie Kendall.

 

each day you kneel
and work in the garden
I can think of nothing
more prayer-like
than this

 

 

Published in the Tanka Society of America Members’ 2020 Anthology.

 

 

Still the roses bloom…(a tanka)

 

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the chiming clock
begins to wind down . . .
five months of quarantine
yet still the roses bloom
and red birds sing

 

 

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This tanka was published in October, but obviously was written in early summer. We are now nine months into this pandemic. Writing is a wonderful relief as we isolate ourselves. Like so many poets, I find my writing has been changed by the pandemic.

cattails:
The Official Journal of the United Haiku and Tanka Society, October 2020 issue

 

 

 

Tanka No. 3: The sudden silence

 

Here is the third of my three tanka published in the latest issue of Gusts no. 32, Fall/Winter 2020:

 

 

even the crows
are quiet now . . .
the sudden silence
that morning snow
brings