taking hold





passing sun

what of me is flame

taking hold

and what of me is timeless

like this rock, briefly warm?




heat shimmer

cow parsley at my fingertips…

twitching lace

and crocheted chair-backs

every lane leads to Grandma




Mokichi Saito meditation:


from the tip

of the breeze-brushed fir

red sumi-e

a robin’s calligraphy

this roll of kinwashi sky


my three tanka published in red lights, volume 8, number 1, January 2012


An exquisite journal, edited by Marilyn Hazelton:

red lights

where tradition

and innovation



4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. kirigirisu/Brian
    Feb 11, 2012 @ 15:31:40

    All exquisite, Claire. That first poem knocked me off my feet the first time I encountered it. “Red Lights” is a wonderful journal. Took me way too long to subscribe to it. I hope others will read your poems and not make my mistake.


    • Claire
      Feb 14, 2012 @ 12:18:54

      Thank you, my friend…red lights is one of my favourite journals. I have Paul Smith to thank for introducing me, otherwise, I too, may have continued to miss this gem.


  2. Margaret Dornaus
    Feb 11, 2012 @ 19:53:42

    I love the first one especially, Claire. Although what a line: “a robin’s calligraphy” . . . . Beautiful!


    • Claire
      Feb 14, 2012 @ 12:20:44

      Margaret, you’re too kind…I just can’t write enough poems about robins! Not sure how similar ours are to the American robin, but our little guy has a voice like silver windchimes.


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