Monday, April 11, 2011

tanka

we lean
into one another's
broken parts
a pair of thrush
rebuild their nest


*for Inky




alone
gazing out upon
the breakwater
everything I've lost
everything I've birthed




sharing love
with another child
I count
the different shapes
of each snowflake





an iris
trapped in a vase
like love
there are things
we never wanted




knapsack
and cane pole
I search
the pond's edge
for an answer




a hopi carves
the kachina from cottonwood
my roots too
are plucked like shavings
from the whittler's knife



note: the Hopi are an south western Native American Tribe, a Kachina is a doll.

2 comments:

Bill said...

These are beauties, Gene. Especially "sharing love." But I suspect other readers will have other favorites.

Gene Murtha said...

thank you Bill! gene