draping lights under
a moon shrouded by snow clouds
I ponder mountain winters
that I have never known
except in travel brochures
a mist of snow clouds
veils the moon, lights the lake with
a silvery luster
defines the darkened landscape
without making anything clear
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Monday, September 2, 2013
Sept 2, 2013
I planted new flowers in August
six weeks before frost time
it seemed like the right time
the summer had dried up the spring
and it was time for fresh color in my soul
Notes: A tanka in form if not syllable count. <shrugs> Sometimes they come out this way; fast and obvious but not perfectly formed.
August was the start of school... now the reader has context.
six weeks before frost time
it seemed like the right time
the summer had dried up the spring
and it was time for fresh color in my soul
Notes: A tanka in form if not syllable count. <shrugs> Sometimes they come out this way; fast and obvious but not perfectly formed.
August was the start of school... now the reader has context.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Creativity education
Lately, I've been paying attention to the creative process. Since tanka has been part of it, this NPR report had particular interest this morning. A lot of what Pinsky talks about can apply specifically to tanka, but in general to anyone who writes. Poetry or not.
http://www.npr.org/2013/08/06/209256446/pinskys-singing-school-poetry-for-the-verse-averse
http://www.npr.org/2013/08/06/209256446/pinskys-singing-school-poetry-for-the-verse-averse
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
July 28, 2013
This Sunday morning
soft rain intones misgivings
about today’s talk
my heart flutters in fear
and the creek is running full.
7/24/12
Shimmers of sunlight
off water stirred by pelicans
in the early sun
gliding in effortless grace
consorts moving as lovers
Shimmers of moonlight
reflected in still water
now the wind begins
the flash suddenly scattered
my heart flung to the wind's whim
Shimmers of pewter
murky waters stirred from within
this fond reverie
becomes an obscured vision
waiting for pelicans’ return
off water stirred by pelicans
in the early sun
gliding in effortless grace
consorts moving as lovers
Shimmers of moonlight
reflected in still water
now the wind begins
the flash suddenly scattered
my heart flung to the wind's whim
Shimmers of pewter
murky waters stirred from within
this fond reverie
becomes an obscured vision
waiting for pelicans’ return
July 2013
To climb a mountain
dig your toes into the stones
listen carefully.
Going downhill is faster,
how to leave mountains behind?
July 8, 2013
A stone for zafu
the forest all sound and fragrance
the wind through the pines
interrupted by lightening
and now we have to decide.
the forest all sound and fragrance
the wind through the pines
interrupted by lightening
and now we have to decide.
Monday, July 29, 2013
Moonrise
Tsukimi is the Japanese festival of the autumn moon.
My affection for this holiday goes far back in my life; I've always had an affinity for the full moon. And then there was that September in Hong Kong... and the fascination with Japanese culture starting in high school... Well, I suppose it all bundles together.
My affection for this holiday goes far back in my life; I've always had an affinity for the full moon. And then there was that September in Hong Kong... and the fascination with Japanese culture starting in high school... Well, I suppose it all bundles together.
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