Showing posts with label road. Show all posts
Showing posts with label road. Show all posts

Saturday, June 16, 2018

Inaugural Issue of Ephemerae (part 1)

I'm so honored to have this tanka sequence, a collaboration with fellow poets, published in the first issue of Ephemerae. Thanks to the editor, Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy, for accepting this!

Different Paths



the wattle dies
from too much water
all the ways

he finds to avoid
saying 'I love you'                                                   David Terelinck

low clouds
swallow the echoes
thicken the dark
for the last kilometer
no words between us                                             Violette Rose-Jones

full stop
at a fork in the road
this time
will we choose
different paths                                                         Carol Judkins

row upon row
of casino slots . . .
the odds

of loving for life,
of beating the house                                               Donna Buck

street kids
jingling coins
in tin cups
weighing the value
of the little we've left                                               Christine L. Villa

patterns
across the cliff face
lives sculpted
by summer dream
and winter storms . . .                                             Carole Harrison




Tuesday, January 8, 2013

He Doodles You 'Ku - Day 1-8

     Take a peek at what's happening on Auburie Cox's Yay Words! You won't believe how much the group has grown in a week, not to mention the fantastic haiku and tanka for HM Yuan's doodles that have piled up. 
     Catching  up on the days that I've missed, here's what I came up with. Nothing compared to my personal favorites, but hey, at least I'm trying. :-) 
     Click a specific day to see the doodles and everybody's posts. 


the sinking sun
lingers at the brim
of your cup
how long can I stop you
from leaving

~ 0 ~

no time left 
to say goodbye . . .
withered rose



I let the wind
speak for me . . .
winter tree


holding on
to what's left of him . . .
fading sun


Christmas moon
the memory of her
peppermint breath


winter buds
the morning unfolds
between my silence


fork on the road
his choices
almost identical


cloud formation
where do I begin
telling you


sudden wind
her childhood days
snatched too soon