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Tanka Society of America Ribbons
Spring 2008 |
Member’s Choice joined togather
by his umbilical cord
I hold my son-then
all the stars in heaven
fall down on me
Tanka Café: Theme “Roads”
in a pool of sun
rusted railroad tracks--
those teenage years
like a fever
galloped through me
Selected Tanka
as they go past
those car wheels sound like
thet're dragging
my weekend feeling
away by its tail
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Tanka Society of America Ribbons
Winter 2007
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Tanaka Café:theme "Giving"
joined togather
by his umbilical cord
I
hold my son--then
all the stars in heaven
fall down
on me
Selecred Tanka:
empowered
by untold millions
of silent
stars,
night by night
my child is growing
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Tanka Society of America Autumn,
2007,
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Selected Tanaka
should there be
a man who sells time,
I will buy it---
if it is time
I can believe in
alongside my friend,
telling her
the whole story
I see night deepening
over the Harbour Bridge
The Tanka Cafe: Welcome and Farewell
hey new earrings,
you who don't know
that I've lost my love,
bring me breezes
from the ocean!
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Tanka Society of America Anthology "Sixty Sunflowers" |
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all you men
who have flown from me--
I feel you
less as sea winds,more as
glints of light on the waves
high up
in the bare tree
winter tas come
bringing with it
letters for the deceased
one's life
can not more be entrusted
to another
than can the timing
of a perfect soft-boiled egg
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Tanka Society of America Spring
Issue |
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Tanka Cafe Theme: Newness
thinking of the day
I leaned about
the supernova---
from a chill distance,
notification of my disease
Selected Tanka
what you 're saying
in my favorite voice
is blown
from your lips
by the salty breeze
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Tanka Society of America Summer Issue |
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Tanka Cafe Theme :Summer
I am stabbed
by your soft eyes
in this summer
of Lyre and ocean
singing in turn
Editor's Selected Tanka
I expect
nothing in return
for this love
of transparent indigo
deeper than the ocean |
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"TANKA" June, 2005 (Kadokawa
Shoten)
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the mother
who dwells within me
is smiling
as she nurses an infant,
a younger mother than now
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unconscious
my mother sleeps on,
beside her
I drift away a little
from the time of this world
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my mother
has become
my beloved child,
put to bed
in a pure white room
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I will live feeding on my heartbreak--
at my feet
the silence of love
laps like wavelets
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my life
is without a future -
meantime
I've increased the earring holes
in one of my lobes
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what emptiness,this -
on the surface
of the marsh
a blue heron stalks,
casting a long shadow
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time after death,
immeasurable -
I will put togather
a bundle of dim lights
and walk on
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in the end
I will be
nothing but spirit,
eyes and ears
all gone
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there are probably
poems that only I
can write -
I prefer cherry trees
after their blossoms
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"TANKA GENDAI" July, 2005 (Tanka Shinbun-sha)
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on a chilling morning
I realise that
for my mother
there will be
no next summer
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sun shining
into corners of the glass door -
leaving behind
an unfinished letter
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Mother departed this life
Mother is dead -
beneath my recollections,
like a ringing in the ears
the receding light
of mid-summer
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loving both
thunder and evening showers
I love
the summer that uproots
and carries me off
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can I love again,
do I still have
the courage
to fall
head over heels?
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all alone
in a far-off place
is revolving
a tiny universe,
a plum in space
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"TANKA ORAI" August, 2005 (Nagarami Shobo)
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when my mother
has silently slipped
from her life,
I sought a new star
in the Milky Way
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after all the years
of a single mother
with one daughter,
this empty space -
a leaden-gray moon
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tranquilly ashes
continue to fall
on this ruined village
where like a scream
the silence shines
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after viewing the fNuclear Scars of
Chernobyl ' exhibition of photographs by Hirokawa Ryouichi
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approaching I see
a village ruined
wind howls on high
as if all their names
have been forgotten
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after viewing the ' Nuclear Scars of Chernobyl
' exhibition of photographs by Hirokawa Ryouichi
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sometimes
while I gaze at the sky
I'm thinking
of hydraulics,of what
my boy is studying
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urn your back
on your mother and walk on,
grow strong -
the wind of your childhood
blows bright in my memory
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it feels like I'm astray
in a giant sand-clock,
with quantities of sand
falling down on me
from time to time
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I've gone on
not putting it all
into words - now
sounds from the river
within me grow louder
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