For Colleen’s weekly Tanka Tuesday, a shadorma.
Pick a ripe
plum, bishop-violet
and roundly
rubicund,
sinfully sweet-scented and
luscious as Lilith.
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Tag: shadorma
Clarity
A shadorma for Colleen’s weekly challenge.
Limpid pools
still beneath the trees
where the stream
bends and bows.
Here the essence of life breathes
soft as duck feathers.
Putting down roots.
A shadorma for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday. This week a photo prompt.
Putting down
roots, clothing bare dreams
with ivy,
is painting
futures with the golden hues
of shared warmth.
Summer morning
Bright morning,
gold-washed, singing
with fluted
orioles,
life pulse, the silent wingbeats
of a grey heron.
Sun and storm
A shadorma trio for Colleen’s weekly challenge.
When sun sears,
and each step drags through
molten bronze,
my ears pulse
with cicada-throb—phantom
hiss of cool fountains.
Peeling back
the light from shadows,
the heat from
cool tree shade,
the weight of summer becomes
a golden caress,
until the storm
unleashes torrents
from torn cloud,
water-burst
of electric-wired rain
to sooth the fever.
Thunderstorm
Storm breathes hot,
twists desert winds with
cloud-black hands,
bolts with light
the thunderheads, pealing—then
the clatter of rain,
pouring. Dark
seeps and soaks, crow-black,
ragged-winged.
No moonlight
passes through these wild pinions,
the cold sky’s heartbeat.
Stream
For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, a shadorma.
From its source
stream leaps for the light,
earth-channelled,
sun-yearning.
I taste darkness in its bones,
stars in its glitter.
Rushing wild,
tumbling with a child’s
eagerness
no notion
of when, why or tomorrow,
pool-plashed, sun-dappled.
