A Warming Tanka
As the weather dips to cold temperatures in my corner of the globe, I am sharing an old post as an encouragement to remember the homeless and poor in this holiday season. Happy Holidays to all my blogging friends around the world!
As the weather dips to cold temperatures in my corner of the globe, I am sharing an old post as an encouragement to remember the homeless and poor in this holiday season. Happy Holidays to all my blogging friends around the world!
“butterfly” banned
winged insect breaks through chrysalis
and drips dry
its first flight, a girl points, delighted,
and says,
“Look, a flutterby”
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fall’s animation
leaves fill in the vortex rows
give wind’s spirit form
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grasses turn to straw
reeds tremble in autumn gusts
seeds scatter like snow
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I sat in a room
with a noisy crowd
who hated all things “Asian”
haunted, they were
by world war ghosts
and
communist libations
they speared the Barbarian-Yellow Goldfish
in their community pond
and
siphoned the living waters
leaving sandy bottoms –
the dried grains of bigotry
kicked and whipped
into a blinding storm
Their Dust Bowl creation
ever threatens to choke the next generations
I made two strings sing
in
melancholic
tragic
vibrato
that mimicked the human voice
Persecuted
The room fell momentarily silent
I played on
Suffering
is
an
endless
tune
until, interrupted by an old man
coughing up affected phlegm
that he spat into the Dust Bowl
slightly settled through his falling tears
I paused
He inquired as to what beautiful instrument
had seduced his soul to
blissful
despair
An erhu, I sighed
It is Asian –
otherwise called the “Barbarian’s Fiddle”
Its two, long strings carry the vibrations
of generations of tears splashed down onto the collective pool
by those you persecute by referring to them as
“slanted-eyed Chinks”
He snorted and laughed
He kicked some dirt in my face
I played on
Suffering
an endless tune carried in the vibrato of two Asian strings
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coating leaf-bled branch
the gems that winter rains bring
sparkle like bright stars
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Words and Photography ©2017 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me
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