5. tanka 2
tomatoes redgold
the bite of licorice basil
garlic warmed in oil
this the food of summer
evanescent as cool air
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
tomatoes redgold
the bite of licorice basil
garlic warmed in oil
this the food of summer
evanescent as cool air
How To Laugh- Poem #4- Poetry Half Marathon by Ingrid Exner
It starts with a little grin
And slight movement of one’s chin.
Lips curl up and mouth goes down,
It’s the opposite, of a frown.
Now you have the basics here…
Oops…more instructions to be clear.
Breathing is a must you know
In and out and there you go.
Now, for the most important part,
You MUST express this with great heart.
All the joy, humour and love
Inside, out and, all above.
You haunt my future and sear my soul, with ominous unpleasant doings.
I don’t want to acknowledge you
But I fail to Ignore you
Do I dig in and stay for the revolution?
Or do I close my eyes and simply salt my wounds?
The page opens to snow on a field: boot holed month, black hour/ the bottle in your coat half vodka half winter light./ To what and to whom does one say yes?
Excerpt from Elegy – Carolyn Forche
His eyes are ice
His souls is dark
He never sees me
Yet I still try
I look in to his eyes
Try finding his soul
Hoping that I will change him
But he never will
Your love unpublished
With promise
No grace
Your face
I don’t look anymore
The tapping of the piano cords
A voice I could not hear
The haunting touch
A cold kiss
The dark a shadow of U….
Love is here. I feel so happy and blissed out. Is this really my life?
Nobody is GIVING me love. No platters are being handed out with that delicious entree. It resides fully within me. And I radiate it out. Can you feel it?
I am love. Loving. Lovely.
I play under
beech trees
as if boots
kicking me
are not real.
Your laughter
jars me more
than boots.
Leprechauns peek out
from the ferns.
I can’t decipher their words,
which drop to the ground
like bark from the beech.
The hum of the refrigerator
The scratch of the dog’s claw’s on the door
Bird songs in the distance
It’s very quiet, but
There is no such thing as silence