the sacred fire
and solemn truth
of sunrise . . .
we might not see it,
but we know it's there
Melancholia's Garden
on this dark day
we are heartened
by buttercups
turning their faces
toward the sun
a few sprigs
of marjoram to soothe
this anxiety
breathing in, breathing out,
I come back to myself
we did not make
plans for this future
now, it seems
that weeds might be
the only sure thing
Note: this issue also includes my thoughts on the effect tanka has on my life...
Tanka has enriched my inner and outer worlds beyond measure. It can be isolating to be a writer with disabilities, but this global community is generous, nurturing, enthusiastic, and helpful. Writing tanka allows me to delve deeply into the ways in which nature influences my life and to connect with others through this sharing of experiences and emotions.
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