enough

 

scent of breaking light

the shortest day

this night

a black flower

we have pressed between us

 ~

in the yew wood

the mystery of the runes

as yet uncut

depths of me I did not know

took shape in your hands

 ~ 

I don’t seek

to understand life

or love

but hold you while you’re here–

snowflake in my hand

 ~

you are not here . . .

so I write a poem

against the night sky,

dot each ‘i’

with Venus

 ~

still, she leaves

a light on for him . . .

foxgloves

at the crumbling window

of a tumbledown cottage

 ~

enough

to know that somewhere

an osprey

has stirred

this mountain mist

A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 9 • summer 2011

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skin and bone

beneath a thin grey blanket

my life waits

huddled on a gurney

outside your hospital room

 

Ribbons, volume 7, no 3, Fall 2011

 

~

 

Dad’s personal effects

his coat still smelling of rain…

in the inside pocket

closest to his heart

my sister’s photograph

 

Ribbons, volume 7, no 3, Fall 2011

 

I was delighted to learn that the second poem(above) was ‘The Back Cover’ choice for this issue of Ribbons, The Tanka Society of America journal, edited by Dave Bacharach.

 

 

 

Broken Wing

 

falling leaf. . .
ah, to be oneself
of weightless gold

~

gathering dusk. . .
the shape of my thoughts
in starling skies

~

oh tree
of the blood that bore me
I was pledged
by the sun’s inscription
to return to earth, to light

for and inspired by Ted van Zutphen

‘Broken Wing’. Image, Tony Everett, tanka by Claire.

(Husband and wife’s first haiga!)

* The blog Ted and Svetlana started as a place to share and explore their mutual love of haiku is where you’ll find some of Ted’s haiku. It is a venue where others on the journey can share their poems and thoughts.

t’heart of haiku

touchdown

 

touchdown

a poem from a friend

with dawn on its wings…

a heron unfolds

from my inbox

 

~

 

damselflies mend

a moment’s broken seam

how delicate

these blue pins of sadness

silent masters of the flame

 

~

 

what you mean to me…

a solitary swift

finds a window of blue

and the sky tilts

on its axis

 

3 of my tanka from GUSTS (Tanka Canada) No 14, fall/winter 2011

 

~

nodding sunflowers …                                                  nickende Sonnenblumen …

Grandma opens her eyes                                            Oma offnet die Augen

to dreams                                                                          den Traumen

 

Chrysanthemum, autumn 2011

 

~

 

spaghetti sauce —

we meet each other

half way

 

Honourable Mention,

International Senryu competition 2011

Lyrical Passion Poetry e-zine

 

 

 

~

under a dark moon

 

 

born

under a dark moon

I have come to see

that every star

is the night’s undoing

~

there not there

the pull of this blue mood

a damselfly

above the gravel track…

the frayed edge of time

~

drawing my ink

from the veins of tanka…

how dare my hand

be so smooth

when tectonic plates shift

~

mist on the mirror

this path we walk…

my fingers trace

a memory of bluebells

and wild garlic

~

warbler song

from my cupped hands

the mountain stream

~

glowering skies

two cormorants

dry their wings

~

a linnet singing all the colours of her windblown hair

~

BLITHE SPIRIT, VOLUME 21, NUMBER 3,

SEPTEMBER 2011

The Voices of Leaves

 

The Voices of Leaves

a tanka sonnet:

 

butterfly

with dust on your wings, what lies

beyond the sunset?

 

not the ocean

but the voices of leaves. . .

whorled shell

 

how you danced

on a pin head of time. . .

my turning mind

combs this music box night

encrypted with stars

 

the dove’s head

beneath its wing. . .

windswept moon

 


Remembering Svetlana,  one month on.

~

 

this journey

through sun and squall and desert wind

and we

all hostages to fortune

with butterfly wings

 
~

 

twisted willow

I sit in the shadow

of Shiva

poetry coursing

through my veins

 

~

 

this still lake

and these mountains painted

in antiquity…

rain on her sleeve, the sky

upsets a tin of tacks

 

~

 

autumn leaves

where we walked beneath

a honey moon

the folds and unfolds of dreams,

the yellowed tape of Lakeland

 

~

 

ellipsis

you’re gone     you’re gone

and yet…

catching this gossamer

what’s left of the light

 

~

 

until…

she curls around a memory

of herself

this golden timepiece

summer’s fading pulse

 

~

beyond this vanishing

 

 

in a cold blue sky

ripples of robin song–

each note takes me

deeper into loving you,

losing you

 

~

white roses

and fresh linen

neatly folded

even her letter

smells like home

 

Take Five Best Contemporary Tanka, volume 3, 2010

~

a hawk moth

passes the window —

I am haunted

by the ghosts of lives

I might have lived

 

Take Five Best Contemporary Tanka, volume 3, 2010

~

I thought you taught me

all I needed to know

about silence…

waxing with the moon

magnolia blooms

 

Bottle Rockets no 25 2011

~

edges blurred

the seasons of my heart…

today the willow

sheds yellow leaves

on yesterday’s perfect snow

 

Bottle Rockets no 25 2011

~

the sky so clear

I can see for miles…

I look hard

for your future

as they wash your blood

 

Ribbons, volume 7, number 2, summer 2011

~

morning rain

mist of breath on the lush shoots

of spring flowers…

time will have me be

no more and no less

 

Red Lights, volume 7, number 2, 2011

~

by candlelight

watching incense twist and curl

as shadow…

the double helix uncoils,

this illness passed down the line

 

Red Lights, volume 7, number 2, 2011

~

this is mother

the red beak-spot tells the chick —

so often now

imprinted on my mind

the face of a stranger

 

Red Lights, volume 7, number 2

~

Four haiku for Svetlana:

ten thousand leaves
whisper in the shale…
ebbing moon

 ~

the egret preens
as if to reach its heart. . .
autumn rain

~

red maple leaf…
still holding her heart
up to the sun

~

beyond
this vanishing. . .
the godwit’s light

 

~

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