A woman who knows where she’s been, where she is, and where she is headed. Darling Nell and Dear Tigare mirrored, mutually imprinted, souls housed in flesh. Nell, whose thought caches contain many worlds, spillsmemoirs, clears mice nests from boots, and dives intoicy water to retrieve windblown, now sodden, yoga pants. Tig, a helpmate, appreciator…
Category: poetry
Tanka Tuesday 336 — annual harvest
We gather, families. Planting’s start ends in fields’ sweet plenty, each seed’s wrung miracle made manifest. We, shirts wet, sour sweat under dusk lemon skies raise glad, tearful eyes, whisper thanks to Mother’s graced, successful harvest season. Harvest complete, barns filled, and canning done; midnight bonfires, warm bellies, blue moon. Cool dawn’s wake, in community;…
Special Delivery
Jules and I exchanged some of our seeds with each other recently, via the post office. Imagine my delight when I found this package in my mailbox. I have Jules’ permission to share it here. I love stamps, and her package to me is a gift in and of itself. Thank You! brown paper springs…
TankaTuesday 335 — Honeymoon’s Postures
Eugène Manet on the Isle of Wight (1875) by Berthe Morisot As you freshen up, I wait, gaze upon two proper ladies; ruffled white blossoms, flushed with salty air, stare, hungry robins. Gull’s cry breaks the spell; guilt flops and lodges. “Where for tea?” you ask. Startled, I turn to meet your sparkling blue eyes….
Tanka Tuesday 334 — exercise in kigo
Cool autumn air sweetens backyard apples deer midnight snacks Tinged pear foliage against mackerel cloud sky contemplates texture Crows harass scarecrow my lantern touches the moon to the whoosh of wings Sulphur cosmos sway hummingbirds hover with bees autumn’s soft, warm stage Egret’s still white dots on early autumn’s green screen nature’s pause button First,…
TankaTuesday 333 and dVerse MTB — Sunflower Faith
Terri Webster Schrandt Behold a shiny blossoming of faith, upright, steadfast; unfettered golden pearl that rests in earthly shell, from heaven’s lathe. Behold the shiny blossoming of faith in certainty, a place that lays no blame; its form is manifested grace conferred. Behold your shiny blossoming of faith, upright, steadfast, unfettered golden pearl. Triolet form….
Rain is pouring down (tanka)
I’ve waited for youall summer; pouring from sky,saturating all; not alone in my patience,today we celebrate, wet. top image: Blue Rain Downpour by Sandi O’Reilly
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