sakura petals
floating in the bath
we make amends
Honourable Mention
Sakura Award, Canada
Sunday, November 03, 2019
Cattails, October 2019
family photos . . .
Mom sweeps back
my mop of hair
crown shyness
the space we make
for each other
I measure
my horse at his withers . . .
these hands
know how to gentle
everything but you
a charm
of rufous hummingbirds
sipping nectar
wings blur the edges
between darkness and light
Tanka Editor's Choice
What stands out again is this poet's unusual use of language in her tanka. Instead of writing 'a flock' of rufous hummingbirds, Debbie penned 'a charm'. And charming they are, for who has not been spellbound by these birds suspended mid-air, wings a-blur as they sink their beaks into the center of blooms, their reddish-brown countenance glowing. While the simplest of language works best in tanka and affords more dreaming room, so too creative use of words that affords multiple understanding, a poetice device Debbie has mastered in many a tanka.
This tanka is a 'charm' in itself.
Mom sweeps back
my mop of hair
crown shyness
the space we make
for each other
I measure
my horse at his withers . . .
these hands
know how to gentle
everything but you
a charm
of rufous hummingbirds
sipping nectar
wings blur the edges
between darkness and light
Tanka Editor's Choice
What stands out again is this poet's unusual use of language in her tanka. Instead of writing 'a flock' of rufous hummingbirds, Debbie penned 'a charm'. And charming they are, for who has not been spellbound by these birds suspended mid-air, wings a-blur as they sink their beaks into the center of blooms, their reddish-brown countenance glowing. While the simplest of language works best in tanka and affords more dreaming room, so too creative use of words that affords multiple understanding, a poetice device Debbie has mastered in many a tanka.
This tanka is a 'charm' in itself.
—Kathy Kituai
The Cherita, August 2019
Issue: "coming home late"
fog settles
nothing looks
the same
without you,
I do not recognize
myself
how we loved
walking
in the snow
even
my footprints
seem lonely now
wheatfields
an exhalation
of blackbirds
rising and falling,
your voice comes
back to me
I pull
my memories
behind me
this train
hurtling through a life
that was never mine
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
we are tethered
to this earth
and to each other
our veins,
blue rhizomes searching
for light in the dark
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
enwrapped
in this blanket
of stars
the Milky Way
swirls above us
like a song
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
fog settles
nothing looks
the same
without you,
I do not recognize
myself
how we loved
walking
in the snow
even
my footprints
seem lonely now
wheatfields
an exhalation
of blackbirds
rising and falling,
your voice comes
back to me
I pull
my memories
behind me
this train
hurtling through a life
that was never mine
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
we are tethered
to this earth
and to each other
our veins,
blue rhizomes searching
for light in the dark
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
enwrapped
in this blanket
of stars
the Milky Way
swirls above us
like a song
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
Poetry Northern Ireland - Panning for Poems, Issue 12, Autumn 2019
a blackened
volcanic tusk pokes
between clouds . . .
we unlace our tired boots,
and cool our feet in snow
volcanic tusk pokes
between clouds . . .
we unlace our tired boots,
and cool our feet in snow
Otata, Issue 47, November 2019
interrupted by snowy owls this winter darkness
frozen puddle the open eye at its centre
the barn that used to be red dust devil
frozen puddle the open eye at its centre
the barn that used to be red dust devil
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