Showing posts with label violence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label violence. Show all posts

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Bold new signs

bold new signs
at the nursing home
about guns—
I look for glimmers of life
behind the glass doors


Ripples in the Sand, 2016 Tanka Society of America Members' Anthology

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Monday, November 10, 2014

Cruising waters

cruising waters
where the great auk once thrived …
what of me
is prized enough
for the greedy to seize?

Skylark 2:2, Winter 2014, "Skylark's Nest" clutch of runners-up


Skylark is a wonderful journal of tanka and its related forms, edited by poet extraordinaire Claire Everett and including a liberal sprinkling of artwork by her talented daughter Amy. With this issue, fellow poet-blogger Jenny Ward Angyal officially joins the crew as reviews and features editor. 

Each issue, poets are invited to write a "Skylark's Nest" tanka inspired by a nature-themed drawing. 

I was happy to be able to cruise northeastern waters last spring. My travels included a side excursion to the Bird Islands off Nova Scotia. The great auk no longer exists, thanks to exploitation by humans, but from a distance, through thick cloud cover and drizzle, I managed to see a few of its relatives, i.e., puffins and razorbills. 


Razorbills: Bird Islands, Nova Scotia, Canada













Sunday, April 20, 2014

Tanka Prose

Fine roots

"No more hurting people
Peace" *

with pebbles
I prop them back up—
my lavender
barely past seedling stage
uprooted by wind

April 15, 2013, mid-afternoon. Staring out the window, I notice that some of them are bowing heavily, a few others passed out. Just a couple of days ago, I had planted them carefully in a neat row down the center of the bed. Now, I must painstakingly tuck them back in.

After I return inside, I learn that a horrific attack has occurred at the Boston Marathon. Much more news would follow: so many serious injuries, a child among the dead. What do parents say to their children, even those not immediately affected? 

________________

Words on a sign made by Martin Richard, eight years old, one of the three people killed.

LYNX, February 2014   
"with pebbles" first published at Haiku News, August 2013. 


Wishing you peace.