Thursday, February 28, 2013

Single again

single again
she reads alone at night
the book of her heart
now closed
until further notice

—Fire Pearls (2006)

And that marks the end of "Love Month." If I still have this blog next February, perhaps I'll try this again—with other poems, of course. Thanks for reading, whoever you may be. :)

Sunday, February 24, 2013

From the top

from the top
of the Space Needle
he phones me
the connection
still clear, after years

Magnapoets, premiere issue, Jan. 2008

I've been to the top of the CN Tower in Toronto but not to Seattle's Space Needle. I was surprised to see this tanka show up in (the late) William J. Higginson's blog, included in his review of a new journal. ("A few poems, more or less at random ... These two, a haiku and a tanka, respectively, are by writers new to me, but among many names very recognizable in the English-language haiku and tanka communities ...")

Thursday, February 21, 2013

My knight

my knight,
your perfection's gleam
enticed me;
now I thank you often
for charming someone else

Modern English Tanka, Vol. 1, No. 1, Autumn 2006 ("11 Good Kyoka: Experiments in English," by M. Kei); Fire Pearls (2006)

Several years ago, I participated in a small online group, Kyoka Mad Poems, hosted by M. Kei. A label is only a label, but we had fun producing what apparently were some of the earliest poems in English to be formally labeled (e.g., in publication) as "kyoka." 

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Long dark hair

long dark hair
tossed until it's tangled;
I use it
to sweep up the crumbs of me
you've failed to notice

Fire Pearls (2006)

I wrote this while I was in the middle of a "live" e-mail conversation with someone. There's kind of a funny story associated with it.

New Anthology: For those of you who write tanka or other short 5-line poetry, note that submissions currently are being accepted (until March 15) for Fire Pearls 2: Short Masterpieces of Love and Passion.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

My stolen ...

my stolen
Valentine pendant,
at its center
a golden, mythical bird
wings no longer mine

Modern English Tanka, Vol. 1, No. 1 (Autumn 2006); Fire Pearls: Short Masterpieces of the Human Heart (2006)

I seem to have a fondness for birds, in jewelry and in general. The pendant was a late Valentine's gift one year, brought back from a Qatar business trip. Soon thereafter, when some work was being done inside our house, it "disappeared" and never showed up again.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Every week

every week
you must leave . . .
and every week
I am with you
at takeoff and landing

Ribbons (Tanka Cafe, "The Abstract"), Spring 2006

This one flowed out of me (or into me?) pretty much intact. It's unusual for a tanka, I know, but I was pleased (and surprised) to see the nice little write-up it received in the Ribbons Tanka Cafe several years ago.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Ode to the fry

Long and slender
like fingers
of a pianist,
other times
broad, almost Rubenesque,
your forms and moods
would sometimes change.
Your skin glistened
a golden tan,
and inside
you were crushed gardenias—
soft and white.
You were best
when sizzling;
I savored your taste
against my lips!
All this:
my portrait of you.
Yet I chose
to wash my guilty
hands of you,
your touch greasy,
your scent
of spent fat oft
now repulsive.
O former fry
of my eye,
you were a houseguest
who would stay
too long—
the way
you would cling
to the gullible
roof of my mouth
with your blatant essence,
my former excess.
I promise to remember
you with youthful lust,
you, wonder
of my innocence!
You, whom I have left
for another—
tossed in olive oil
and roasted—
were far too deadly
for my heart.
“Fry”—also known as “chip," e.g., in the UK.
Megaera, Spring 2006 (No. 25)
Alas, I couldn't stay away forever. 

Sunday, February 3, 2013

He scrutinizes

he scrutinizes
their every play;
I'm in it
for the commercials
and their firm Super Bowl butts

—Prune Juice, Issue 3: Winter 2010

Friday, February 1, 2013

Happy "Love Month" at twigs&stones

This February is Love Month at twigs&stones. I'll be posting a handful of "oldies" (including a Super Bowl one), both serious and not-so-serious.