From the collection published in 2021, The Immediate and No Sooner.
of yellowing iris leaves
a fits and starts breeze
and they bend down and rise up
supple birds pecking at seeds
Stick figures gone live
their arms nailed to their shoulders
blunt features and eyes
burnt in hard dark lines stare out
spears thrown through rising wisps of smoke
6 thoughts on “Tanka 175, 176”
Love the visual of the iris spears!
Thank you. I love irises in all their stages and of course, I think I compare almost everything to a bird, too.
The leaves, the breeze and seeds – loved that.
Thank you. I look out my window and see these scenes everyday and feel very lucky.
The second one could be the plot of a horror movie. (K)
Yes, you are right. Started off describing one of my stick figures that have woodburned features and so on as described, and then…the whole thing sort of shifted in focus to me when I read the earlier lines and took a turn with the last line. Something ordinary, turned threatening and beyond. Yes. Horror all right. I like your characterization of this poem.
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