Moonbathing, Issue 21 (Spring/Summer 2021)

My tanka appearing in the current issue of Moonbathing! Thank you so much, editor Pamela Babusci. I'm sure there are some women out other who can related to this. 

Swimming in Lines of Haiku (I Quote, You 'Ku)

I tried my best to participate so here are a few tanka for Kirsten Cliff's quote for the day.


plucking a petal
from a budding rose . . .
I cannot help
wanting him more
too early


http://kirstencliffwrites.blogspot.com/2013/07/i-quote-you-ku-2.html

a bluejay drinks again
from an empty birdbath...
I open your closet
one more time to make sure
I remember missing you


http://kirstencliffwrites.blogspot.com/2013/07/i-quote-you-ku-day-3.html

all the beads
we used to string together
for someone else . . .
every minutes counts
in the shades of sunset


http://kirstencliffwrites.blogspot.com/2013/07/i-quote-you-ku-day-5.html

dishes still

piled up in the sink . . .

I now have

more time in my hands

to miss you

http://kirstencliffwrites.blogspot.com/2013/07/i-quote-you-ku-day-9.html?showComment=1374746184129#c4020157981485287479

after brain surgery
will he remember
how much he loves me . . .
the first thing he asks for
are ice chips


http://kirstencliffwrites.blogspot.com/2013/07/i-quote-you-ku-day-23.html?showComment=1374747524334#c5714681737075415665

revised:

after brain surgery
the first thing he asks for
is ice chips . . .
will he remember
how much he loves me

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

Day 8

I let the wind

speak for me . . .

winter tree

Day 7

holding on

to what's left of him . . .

fading sun

Day 6

Christmas moon—

the memory of her

peppermint breath

Day 5

winter buds

the morning unfolds

between my silence

Day 4

fork on the road—

his choices

almost identical

Day 3

cloud formation

where do I begin

telling you

Day 2

sudden wind—

her childhood days

snatched too soon

Day 1

Rose Garden

rose garden

a child searching for

Thumbelina

A Handful of Stones (January 17, 2012)