Tag: tanka
member name: James Ciriaco
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November 12, 2009 02:26 PM EST --
Written after watching the Grand River one morning in September.
Heron’s reflection on still water, black as ink by the riverside: are you happier down there, fixed . . .
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December 11, 2009 05:16 PM EST --
I. Commute
Crumbled red leaves car edging past the sign eager to be gone.
Someday I will have an office with a window.
II. Cubicle
My little walls a speckled grey nothing like the crow's egg; . . .
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August 26, 2009 10:50 AM EDT --
Dedicated to a certain young woman, in honor of our upcoming vacation.
I have trained my mouth, beloved, on the cherry and the Concord grape; now to stain my tongue in you and work . . .
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August 07, 2009 03:12 PM EDT --
We took our sabres down from the wall and wondered when they'd hang again. Now the wall is gone, the house; even our fears were naive.
(I've reposted this tanka from Honest Poetry Critique's . . .
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September 02, 2009 11:46 AM EDT --
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When the moon cast its shadow on the sky, I first loved your line described in space; now waxing in stillness like a pearl, inconstant, and each night a brighter joy!
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Inconstant rain falls . . .
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