An Instrumental Tanka

trees shake maracas ~

a Taino rhythm to keep ~

rattle past’s recall ~

the new world vomited bile ~

poisoned, the old leaves fell dead

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(note: Maracas originated with the Taino people, the Indigenous inhabitants of the Caribbean Islands and S. Florida. The coming of Columbus brought a time of disease, slavery and murder that left approximately 5 million humans dead, nearly exterminating the Taino. Indigenous people today face a continued battle in America to protect their treaty negotiated lands, waters and ancestral burial sites most recently from gas pipelines. An honest look at history is a starting point in healing old wounds and preventing new ones.)

#noACP

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A Waking Tanka

spring rings bright alarm ~

warm breeze shakes worn canopy ~

leaves burst buds and stretch ~

sun ripped off winter’s blanket ~

now is woodland’s hour to wake

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A Tanka Daydream

path leads to nectar  ~

a hummingbird fantasy ~

stored within a seed ~

once all winter’s shadows pass ~

flowers start seductive dance

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#springfever

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A Spirited Tanka

march to Native drums ~

’til colonized beatings end ~

spark truth’s blazing fire ~

wishes won’t sop up spilled oil ~

words do not pay for the dead

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(Inspired by the words of Chief Joseph, “Words do not pay for my dead people”, and the Native Nations March on Washington, D.C., today.)

http://www.pbs.org/newshour/rundown/american-indians-gather-d-c-four-day-protest-trump-dakota-access-pipeline/

#NativeNationsRise #IndigenousRising #NoDAPL

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A Morphed Tanka

cracked cage, a changed scene ~

curtain drawn on larval crawl ~

star dons drip-dried wings ~

act one, milkweed monologue ~

plot turns, Monarchs flit through skies

(selection from A Haiku for Ricky Baker, on sale now)

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Said the Waves to the Moon

waning and waxing ~

inconsistently passing ~

dark, then light, my night ~

though I touch your face or not ~

my tides, you’re ever moving

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Dedicated to my dad, who holds the record for the worst Valentine’s Day present ever given to me – a stiff, ugly stuffed bear with blood-red, coarse hair – a gift that inexplicably made his little girl’s heart beat faster. I haven’t felt his arms around me or heard his voice since I was a teenager. I still have that bear hidden away in a box, and I still feel his love moving my tides, encouraging me daily to keep going.

A Conserving Tanka

 

fallen leaf debris ~

skin decays through worm-fed holes ~

veins crumble away ~

rich fodder for verdant growth ~

thriving craves release of ruins.

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A Healing Tanka

shards of fractured days

slice deeply through battered skin

blood spills through the cracks

 heartless world mocks, looks away

but love observes and binds wounds

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Dedicated to all the abused children in this world who need loving arms to hold them.

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A Satisfying Tanka

children drop dry crumbs

clumsy with their forks and thumbs

bold house mice feast large

every dear life in my house

fills to the full its belly

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We cannot expect children to thrive on empty stomachs. Please consider donating to your local food pantry and global hunger relief programs today.

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A Warming Tanka

white blankets the earth

frigid air through forest blows

my child with bare legs

while plants sleep tucked under snow

your pants I warm by the fire

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On the coldest days of the year, please remember that someone in your town is homeless.

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