A Taste of the Tail

the hawk sits, frozen
still as the one-eyed owl
that watches over the yard
where the squirrel
flits
busy, burying its nuts in the tall flower pots
for cold-weather snacking
on the deck

the hawk moves slightly
nodding its head
as the squirrel darts
jagged, pressing its nails into the oak’s old bark
and climbing for leafy shelter
in the branches

the hawk flies suddenly
stabs its talons
snaps it beak
hungry, disturbs the limbs with its wings,
littering the squirrel’s playground
in a hail of acorns

the squirrel, who saw it coming,
scurries for deep cover
where the leaves are the thickest
and the branches
twist
to
twine,
leaving only a taste of its bushy tail
behind

the one-eyed owl sits on its deck-rail perch,
observant,
and
grins

~

Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

Posted in poetry & free verse.

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Life Moves

life
moves
down a path
strange
yet known
like the soft cheek
untouched
but kissed
or the moon
distant
and understood
in the liquid reflecting pools
of the eyes
seen
unseen
seeing
blind
felt
in the dark
shining
through tears
reaching
probing
always
seeking
strangely
known

life
moves

its
juxtapositions
positioned
sublime

~

Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

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A Rapturous Tanka

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

Quenching

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.

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