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WHCshortverses: Tanka
Selected by Elizabeth St Jacques
Sault St. Marie, Canada

 

This flock of sparrows rising from my backyard lawn, how soft they carry the winter wind in their wings - leaving such stillness behind. Maria Steyn South Africa	Held in half-opened quince blossoms the color of dawn - these fragile beginnings of summer's ripened fruits. Maria Steyn South Africa

late summer wild roses have taken over the garden path how their scent beckons me wanting more than I dare Marjorie Buettner Minnesota, US	counting one or two stars until night fans to thousands they float above me like a line of poetry you cannot live without Marjorie Buettner Minnesota, US

eighteenth birthday she dances with strangers my daughter's daughter if I feel such a pain how about her father? Victor P. Gendrano   California, US	in search of light a moth plunges into the flame the heat and passion of love unfolding Victor P. Gendrano   California, US

When the showers came to dye these mountains crimson he asked for my heart; Could I help that one small tree held back its turning? Debra Woolard Bender Florida, US	How many fingers to weave starry jasmine in perfumed song? I am insatiably drunk, with unspeakable things. Debra Woolard Bender Florida, US

 

 

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