(Landscape, England, by the author below)
Autumn wind startles–
Lowered to an ominous
Key—Ah! Mournful sounds!
The fat mountain deer listen-
Add their bellowing sorrow.
Answering echo-
One heart calls to another
A plucked string vibrates
And the tanka poetry
Kisses the roof of heaven!
The human psyche
Waits like a garden spider
A delicate web
Weaving a catechism–
A mystical orb of life!
Thin, silken breezes
Float upon a green-fabric
Of spring—pale season.
Scent of lilies, myrtle, plum
Arouse bees from slumber
I wander the fields
Snow covers the barren soil
Sharp wind plays pan pipes
A murder of crows huddle
Black laughing fruit hang from limbs
Mist drifts in waves
Ribbon-ing maple branches
The rising of moon
Make Egrets shimmer silver-
Gauzy ghosts of nothingness.
Like the lithe bowing
Of a red maple sapling
My heart turns to you,
Yearns for those nights long ago
When pale skin challenged the moon.
The full moon above
Floats on blackened velvet seas,
Poet’s perfection!
But who does not yearn for a
Crescent in lavender sky?
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2019
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August 22, 2019 at 5:19 pm
Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #8: Jane Kohut-Bartel’s latest #tanka!
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August 23, 2019 at 12:03 am
Thank ye, Frank….but I don’t know how ‘latest’ these are…but some are my favorite. This Fall, I want to settle down with some review books on Tanka. My very favorite form! Best from here, Frank.
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