Hunter and Prey (a Tanka)

Eyes glow in the dark
Dead twigs crack under footfall
The prey hears nothing
The circle of life must close
Sharp clean claws will finish it.

5/9/17

My response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 33 – CLEAN & SHARP

The Coming War (Tanka)

Armadas set sail
Missiles locked on target
Egos go to war
Everyone else pays the price
In blood and innocent lives

4/25/17

Poem #30 for National Poetry Writing Month (aka #NaPoWriMo).

Old Man

Ancient and alone,
Last of your kind.
No one like you anymore,
If there ever truly was.

Hair thins, grays,
Skin sags, flabs,
Nothing works like it used to.
More scars than you remember,
Wounds take longer to heal:
Some never close.

The longer you live
The more friends you’ll bury,
A trail of corpses behind you.
No one left to talk to,
Nobody understands,
No one sees the world the same,
Even the loss of an old enemy
Brings a tear to the eye.

4/17/17

Poem #19 for National Poetry Writing Month (aka #NaPoWriMo)

Life (a double tetractys)

Life
begins
in darkness,
grows in the light:
developing, evolving, flourishing.
aging, decaying; systems breaking down.
Life always ends
in darkness
and in
death.

4/15/17

Poem #17 for National Poetry Writing Month (aka #NaPoWriMo)

This is my second attempt at at tetractys and my first double-tetractys.

So Tired of the War

Sopping wet cotton towel
Laid across broad shoulders,
Heavy, cold; pressing down
Like two one ton granite boulders.

Frosty goose skinned arms
Shivering in the back of the night
Blurred vision, runny nose,
No energy left to fight.

Enemy within, enemy without
This war just needs to end.
Losses heavy, steaks so high,
The home-front can’t comprehend.

The end’s in sight, the pain will stop,
No longer be afraid:
This old soldier’s mission ends
When in the ground he’s laid.

4/12/17

Poem #13 for National Poetry Writing Month (aka #NaPoWriMo)

Its Hard (a Tanka)

Harder and harder
To breath, climbing up the hill
Harder and harder
To not cry out in pain and
Pray to rest in the soft dirt.

4/11/17

Poem #12 for National Poetry Writing Month (aka #NaPoWriMo)

This Tanka is my first response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 28 – HARD & SOFT. I am honored to say that Colleen named me this week’s “Poet of the Week,” based on my tanka The Mask, which was a response to last week’s challenge.

Dreams of Poems Already Written

Allen was in Asgard reciting America and
Singing the Buddhist Bible Blues for All-Father Odin
While Bobby and Baldr compared notes concerning
Daily dreams of darkness, depression, and death.
Byron rode up and down Bifröst bridge
Writing a poem about Don Juan
(No, not that one, the new one!)
Marcus Aurelius read the mythologies of Midgard,
Studied philosophy with Plato,
Admiring the stoicism of Socrates,
As Rimbaud wrote rhyming prose about Ragnarök,
Containing nothing but the truth,
Delivering it to Valhalla for the consideration of
Siddhartha, Thor and Wōđanaz.

4/2/17

Poem #3 for National Poetry Writing Month (aka #NaPoWriMo)

Where did it go?

Where did it all go,
Day by day in steady flow,
Swept away by the river’s currents
Lifeguard warnings are poor deterrents,
Yesterday a baby on my knee
Content, ignorant of your destiny.
If you’d known, could you’ve changed it?
If able, would you’ve exchanged it?

Did you know it would end this way,
Dread the coming of this wicked day,
When your mother Frigg’s tears wept,
As your body the undertaker prepped?

3/20/17

Cycles (a tanka)

Rain waters the Earth
Life pushes up through the dirt
Blooms turn toward the Sun
In the Fall they wilt and die
Fertilizing tomorrow.

3/21/17

This tanka is my second entry for Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 26 – EARTH & WATER

Untouched by the Rain (a tanka)

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The fire still burns
Deep hot coals untouched by rain
Waiting for the wind
To blow the coals into flame
Reborn. Never truly dead.

3/7/17

This poem is my response to Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka #Poetry Challenge # 24 – “FIRE & RAIN”

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Image found here.