Tag Archive | tanka

Cedar Waxwing (Draw-a-Bird Day)

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masked harlequin, air
dancer, choreographer
of parallel flight–

what secrets hold the patterns
of your synchronicity?

I chose the cedar waxwing for my bird this month because of its beautiful and varied coloration.  I wanted to do some drawing with my neocolors, blending difference shades to create multicolored effects.

I drew the bird paired, because waxwings are social birds, and often exhibit food-sharing behavior, as well as other complex rituals including the synchronized flight of large flocks.  They are native to North and Central America, and migrate in unpredictable patterns that follow berries and other sweet fruit, their main dietary source.  They like sugar so much they can get drunk from gorging on plentiful supplies of fruit.  They also eat insects.

Although the information I read said they are not often seen alone, I did come across a single waxwing on a tree by the path where I was walking near my brother’s house in North Carolina a few years ago.  They are distinctive and beautiful birds.

I also wanted to note that I have 3 pieces of art in The Raw Art Review Summer 2019.  You can see it here; the reblog would not work.

Once again, Draw a Bird Day, the 8th of each month, is serving as a placeholder here at MeMadTwo while Nina takes an extended break. I’m hoping she’ll be back in 2020.  In the meantime, you can find me (Kerfe) at https://kblog.blog/.

 

Draw-a-Bird Day: Blue Jay

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you woke me not with
singing, but with squawks—crowlike,
insistent and loud—

a flash of blue amid oak leaves,
glittering with morning sun

I read online that bands of blue jays making a racket are often harassing a predator–must have been a hawk about the other morning.

I will continue to do draw-a-bird day here, but I’ve been posting at kblog while Nina is taking an extended break.  Once she returns, I’ll be back at MeMadTwo regularly again.  In the meantime, visit me at my other site!

 

over and over

 

never ending

eternity magnetic s

What dark fire is this
melting the air with fresh blood?
endless broken days,

ghost voices lingering in
an eternity of tears

 

Removing the Obstacles

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Inspired by Claudia McGill’s post about revisiting her snippets, I visited the Collage Box Oracle for this response to the Myths of the Mirror February prompt, below.

As with the Magnetic Poetry Oracle, you can have your own ideas, but in the end you need to follow where the word box leads.

Close your eyes and count–
a circumnavigation
out the window and

between the lines to beyond…
dream what’s inside…come to life

 

Year of the Earth Pig 2019

 

year of the boar 2019 2sWhat counts as riches?
money garnered from the labors
of others?  A wall?

The breath of wings, air, trees, this
rhythmic ebb and flow, these tides

I couldn’t really get a feel for the Year of the Pig, except that it comes with the idea of wealth, which can be negative (greed) or positive (hard work).  But I think we perhaps need to begin with a different idea of wealth.

Navigation

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hindered by clouds, I
struggle to translate signals
revealed by dark sails—

the sea paired with hidden winds
disturbing the horizon

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For Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday words, slow and work, also using the Secret Keeper’s words this week: rock joint inner sight sail.  And perhaps a hint of the harbinger, suggested by Sarah at dVerse.

 

Collateral

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The sands of time flow
out of the hourglass, and years
fall backwards, crossing

through endings to ways that lead
before, accumulating—

Neither time nor life
can be saved and spent later–
it is always now

or yesterday retreating,
a hazy remembering,

the details broken
into shreds of brittle bones,
skull lurking beneath

a façade as fragile as
a wine glass, spilling with blood—

All those shiny words
lining flower-strewn pathways–
unvoiced, fallow, mute.

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.

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Quickening

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Put it together–
give it wings, luminescence–
send it like a star

joining myth to mystery,
the unkempt shadows of night—

Go, fill it with sound,
ringing and dancing around
the core of the tree—

Mend its beginning, the dark
of the seeded centering—

Release it into
exhalations of wonder,
a netted ceiling

filling the cracked branches with
a shared ancestry of light

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  It goes nicely with my theme today of branches.

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Where are the Birds? (Draw a Bird Day)

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awakening, I
see branches growing solid
in the rising light–

the cries of solitary
forms in motion–fleeting, dark

I’ve been drawing the branches outside my window when I wake up.  Above is a grid of 9 of them.  In the early morning light, the birds are like shadows that come and go.

Another poem about branches and birds, Tess Gallagher’s wonderful “Choices”, can be found here.

Happy Draw a Bird Day!

 

 

unforsaken

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unforsaken magnetic

I thought I would visit the Oracle this week to see what She had to say about Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.

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  I had already done my painting, and I guess it’s not surprising that the Oracle confirmed that many treasures lie below the surface, even in the darkest times.

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rocks breathe ancient bones,
fertile earth of pure starlight–
deep spirit rivers

climbing windpaths into air–
the murmuring of seedsong