My thanks to Michael McClintock, editor of the Tanka Café in Ribbons, the Journal of the Tanka Society of America. The prompt was poems of spring and summer. Here is mine:
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Another Love Poem…
Photograph (c) 2010 by Patti Chronert
Another Love Poem…
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Another Love Poem…
~ To my husband and partner of forty years ~
We walked along in the Tuileries
alone among the chestnut trees,
morning sky of crisp pale gold
so many paths we have strolled,
and still we wander, just us two,
my heart never very far from you.
We stop to sit and watch the birds
green park chairs, unspoken words,
plain sparrows chirp, so unadorned
no beauty lost, no beauty mourned.
Simple thoughts are often most true—
no man was ever loved more than you.
Heart Stone by Mary Kendall
Who Am I?
Who Am I?
I am just a wisp,
a vision caught
at the edge of your eye.
I am just a thought,
a touch on the arm
you almost don’t feel.
I am just a memory
pulled back down to earth.
I am just an image
of what could be
but is not.
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This poem originally appeared in The Aroostook Review, May 2006
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Note: the rainbow picture is my own, but the beautiful purple flower is by Yolanda Litton, one of my favorite photographers.
On Growing Older…
Forget Me Not…
Forget-Me-Not by SarahharaS1 (c) 2013
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Don’t Forget Me When I’m Gone
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Don’t forget me when I’m gone.
I’ll be there thinking about you.
Don’t forget me in my silence.
I’ll bring you back a poem.
Don’t forget me when you’re sad.
I’ll be ready to understand your tears.
Don’t forget me when life is good.
I’ll be happy to laugh along with you.
Don’t forget me if the glass breaks.
I’ll be there to sweep up the shards.
Don’t forget me when you doubt.
I’ll listen to your words spill out.
Don’t forget me in the dark.
I’ll bring you a small violet star.
Don’t forget me when I leave.
I’ll return. I always will
Forget-Me-Not, photograph by Flowers HD.com
Dark-Eyed Juncos, a Tanka
I’d like to share a tanka that is currently appearing in Ribbons, Tanka Cafe, Winter 2015
Junco, photo by Kathy Adams Clark
winter light
shadows linger low
behind us—
dark-eyed juncos
scurry past our feet
Juncos, photo by Brian Cunningham
This poem appeared in Ribbons, Tanka Cafe, Winter 2015
This is the publication of the American Tanka Society,
A Poet in Time 