Category: life

A Rapturous Tanka

.Reading time less than 1 minute.

deep sanctuary

surrounded by a garden ~

trees, flowers, old books

feasts for passion’s partaking

undone, satiated soul

~

Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

Entry posted in tanka & poetry. 

Quotes #2

.Reading time less than 1 minute.

The old printing press laughed at me and mocked my technology,

“The novel is still written one letter at a time.”

~

IMG_1557

~

Words & Photos ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

Posted in quotes.

Bookmark the permalink.

~

Note: Photos taken at Stonefield Village, part of the Wisconsin Historic Society

A Growing Haiku

.Reading time less than 1 minute.

adventure awaits

step ahead and glance behind

know that I am there

~

Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

Entry posted in haiku & poetry.

Bookmark the permalink.

Note: Photo taken at Stonefield Village, part of the Wisconsin Historic Society

We Play

.Reading time less than 1 minute.

we play
content all day
under green canopy
we cross cool brook’s laughing waters
on scattered-stone bridges and fallen logs
climb on rock outcroppings adorned
with taproot tapestries
in Nature’s lap
we play

~

Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

Entry posted in poetry & Rictameter Verse.

Bookmark the permalink.

Danced

.Reading time less than 1 minute.

danced on the edge of the baker’s knife
the plot thickened
like chocolate ganache
until it crumbled

tension released
in a shower of shavings
over the already frosted
chapter-layered
cake

hands, poised to crack open the book,
positioned the knife
and sliced deeply

then, like cake devoured,
the story
savored,
swallowed,
digested,
and
imbued

baker and patron,
reader and writer,
danced

~

Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

Posted in poetry & free verse.

Bookmark the permalink.

Quenching

.Reading time less than 1 minute.

quenching
thirst of journey
through time’s scorched-earth sand dunes
desert-oasis pond appears
gathered by lore’s cupped hand, lapped by dry tongue
waters of youth’s giving fountain
wet sojourner’s parched lips
old soul’s desire
quenching

~

Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

Entry posted in poetry & Rictameter Verse.

Bookmark the permalink.