when we arrive …..a cover of ice before we leave …..a teal-colored lake …..giving way to reflection —A Hundred Gourds, 3:1, December 2013 This weekend we returned from a wonderful northeast cruise with friends—to Maine, then Nova Scotia, Prince Edward Island, and Quebec, Canada. In the above tanka, however, I refer to Lake Louise in western Canada (Alberta). Literally, upon our arrival one May many years ago, the surface of the lake was still frozen, but within just a day or two, most of the ice had melted. A beautiful, fascinating transformation to witness.
the stitches are removed —Moonbathing, issue #9 The incident mentioned in the second poem occurred in May 2013. Was one ER visit too many for me. I still seem to have some scar tissue in my index finger, and I can't bend the finger as easily as "normal." But overall it seems to have healed up better than I was warned!
Thought I'd post this photo separately from the preceding tanka so you first could picture the eagle yourselves. I believe this eagle was caged because he (?) had been injured and needed to be cared for.
A reminder for all English-language tanka poets: the submission window for the 15th annual Tanka Society of America International Contest is now open. Submit your finest unpublished tanka until June 30. Please carefully follow the contest instructions.
the mockingbird stands guard, shrieks at me; she should know I can't reach her nest, that I never could quite fly —Modern English Tanka, #3, Spring 2007 Now, reading this years later, I wonder, "Was I that sad?" Maybe. This week I was sad, because a creature, unable to fly, did reach the nest. My ecstasy of the bluebird house finally serving its intended purpose suddenly flew away. I should have realized what had happened as soon as we discovered the coiled-up rat snake napping under a pile of pruned limbs.