Archive for tanka

Smoke – Mirrors

Posted in poems with tags on November 5, 2013 by Phillip Barker

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your eyes
in dreams
paint me perfect
smoke and mirrors
on a dappled dawn

A few weeks ago my friend and mentor, Rosemary Nissen-Wade, put out a call for someone to co-write a few tanka as a series of love letters, the results of the co-writes to be considered for publication in Writer’s Digest. This is a response to her lovely little tanka which I won’t put into print here because it may infringe their rules in some obscure and pedantic manner. Perhaps she’ll add it as a comment later. If she does, note that hers comes first in the pair. Also, The Lovers, the poem immediately following this, was written the same way – though that one was me providing the initial five lines and Rosemary trumping me soundly with the following five – which appear in the comments there.

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The Lovers

Posted in poems with tags on November 2, 2013 by Phillip Barker

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VII

you deal The Lovers

from the bottom of the deck

not cheating

just stating your case

as the clock chimes midnight

Dancing Fingers

Posted in poems with tags on September 20, 2013 by Phillip Barker

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deep night’s chill
my favourite old guitar
sings a soft lullaby
broken, tired fingers
dance for her by candle light

Glide

Posted in poems with tags on September 16, 2013 by Phillip Barker

kiss kiss

my spirit glides
on the gentle currents
of her contented breath

in the warm morning sunshine
she comes awake with a smile

Bright Angel

Posted in poems with tags on September 12, 2013 by Phillip Barker

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my bright angel calls
“I just might be a little late”
 I hear her smiling
“We will be chasing the dawn
 Does it matter what time we start”

12/9/2013

Secret Smile

Posted in poems with tags on August 1, 2013 by Phillip Barker

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that secret smile
no particular reason
leaves me breathless
lost deep in the night
I follow your laughter

Frog

Posted in poems with tags on July 22, 2013 by Phillip Barker

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summer memory

dinner on a warm evening

cool beat of the night

cicada in the tall grass

frog by the still pond