My own tanka sequence in English and Tagalog translation published in the first issue of Ephemerae.
Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things—mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity—and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves. ~Bashō
Showing posts with label original tanka sequence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label original tanka sequence. Show all posts
Sunday, June 17, 2018
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Ribbons (Spring/Summer 2016)
Tears of a Child
where are the memories
of mother loving me?
tiny spiders
crawl out from the cracks
of her headstone
the many times
I rolled down the stairs
as a child
her spankings hurt
more than any fall
moth wings quiver
with the slightest wind
all the things
I wish I could have done
without fear
growing up
her photos followed me
around the room
an artificial flower arrangement
stuck in an old vase
a tree branches out
with its blossoms and fruits
I didn’t know
what I wanted to be
but to be loved
you ask me why
now I write these stories
for children. . .
tears rolling down
the doll’s face are mine
where are the memories
of mother loving me?
tiny spiders
crawl out from the cracks
of her headstone
the many times
I rolled down the stairs
as a child
her spankings hurt
more than any fall
moth wings quiver
with the slightest wind
all the things
I wish I could have done
without fear
growing up
her photos followed me
around the room
an artificial flower arrangement
stuck in an old vase
a tree branches out
with its blossoms and fruits
I didn’t know
what I wanted to be
but to be loved
you ask me why
now I write these stories
for children. . .
tears rolling down
the doll’s face are mine
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Ribbons Winter 2016
STUPOR
no one
calling my name
this morning
a cup of water stays
cold
in the microwave
preparations
for the memorial
the chrysanthemums
quietly wither
on the side
an avalanche
of memories snowballing
into grief
the stories behind
a box of receipts
every now and then
the flicker of a firefly
. . .
still in my hand
all of you I need
to let go
not accepting
what goodbye really
means
my breath lingers
in every shape and sound
of spring dusk
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Monday, November 16, 2015
Ribbons Journal (Fall 2015)
Are you enjoying every single page of Ribbons (Fall 2015)? I hope you haven't skipped my tanka sequence, "Last Sip," on page 45. For those who don't have a copy, here it is.
Last Sip
parch lips . . .
for you I draw a well
of memories
from steel drum music
to the sound of waves
a sparrow's last sip
from the birdbath . . .
on your birthday
from the birdbath . . .
on your birthday
how I didn't want to believe
in your goodbyes
my thoughts
spinning counterclockwise
the silence
after I decide to turn off
the oxygen machine
streaks of foam
tail away from the reef . . .
how I remember
your wishes for me
when you're gone
Friday, October 10, 2014
Second Issue of Hedgerow Poetry Journal
So delighted that my tanka sequence and haiga are appearing in the second issue of Hedgerow. Thank you, sweet Caroline, for featuring me among 12 other poets! It is a wonderful collection of poetry and artwork.
My untitled tanka sequence and haiga:
eternally lost
in a garden maze
I search for you
in places I need you
most
in a garden maze
I search for you
in places I need you
most
will I ever be loved
the same way as before
the willow hedges
of where we’ve been
still longs for you
the same way as before
the willow hedges
of where we’ve been
still longs for you
entrenched
in my lonely heart
memories
like dandelions
full of wishes
in my lonely heart
memories
like dandelions
full of wishes
before the day ends
counting morning glories
I have to accept
my life the way it is
without you
counting morning glories
I have to accept
my life the way it is
without you
Click here to read the issue.
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Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Seize the Poem (September 10 prompt)
can you see
through the remains
of my past...
inside me I know
life has never ended
through the remains
of my past...
inside me I know
life has never ended
(Me)
all that remains
from the underbelly
of maple leaves . . .
the scribbles of a snail
from where I once let go
of old broken things
from the underbelly
of maple leaves . . .
the scribbles of a snail
from where I once let go
of old broken things
(Kathy Uyen Nguyen)
See comments here.
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Cattails - Premier Edition January 2014
*My very first tanka sequence now appears in Cattails, the first collection of the United Haiku and Tanka Society. If you'd like to be a member of UHTS or would want to submit for the next issue, go to this link.
Between the Rubble
huge waves roar
throughout the city . . .
over and over
just my urgent prayers
all through the night
after the storm
between the rubble
and stench of death . . .
I wait to hear a voice
on my cellphone
another coconut tree
uprooted from the ground . . .
my finger shakes
as I scroll down the list
of flood survivors
a midnight call
jolts me from my sleep . . .
am I dreaming
when you say you're alive
yet thirsty and starving?
(Dedicated to the Quisumbing family who were victims of typhoon Haiyan. There's nothing that love cannot rebuild)
huge waves roar
throughout the city . . .
over and over
just my urgent prayers
all through the night
after the storm
between the rubble
and stench of death . . .
I wait to hear a voice
on my cellphone
another coconut tree
uprooted from the ground . . .
my finger shakes
as I scroll down the list
of flood survivors
a midnight call
jolts me from my sleep . . .
am I dreaming
when you say you're alive
yet thirsty and starving?
(Dedicated to the Quisumbing family who were victims of typhoon Haiyan. There's nothing that love cannot rebuild)
*I've just requested to be a member. Here the link to see the membership list.
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