Tanka

2015 – 2016

how is it that
blinders calm a horse?
my eyes
behind black glasses,
I'd rather keep them closed

Gusts No. 22
Winter 2015

eyes, eyes,
writing about nothing
but eyes
I refill my pen with
another shade of ink

Gusts No. 22
Winter 2015

fair wind
or adverse wind
my wishes
will find you – do you
sense the tundra, the sea?

Gusts No. 24
Winter 2016

Have a go, dear!
and so I peel
the longan fruit,
my good eye looking
straight into the dragon's

Gusts No. 22
Winter 2015

Mother, please
let me help you, and let's
forget
your breasts, brushed
when dressing you

Gusts No. 23
Summer 2016

2013 – 2014

all windows
of the empty house
open smoothly –
in comes tomorrow
with the scent of snow

Skylark
Summer 2014

folded
into this peony
shadows
of things past and
things yet to come

Gusts No. 19
Summer 2014

somewhere among
those stars they fly
grus grus
is all I perceive
until well after midnight

before my time
a wavy wheat field
I pace off
the room, both hands
brushing those stalks

Skylark
Summer 2014

is it the river
they follow in the dark
cranes crying,
hundreds, thousands,
under a waning moon

Gusts No. 19
Summer 2014

the lilacs
have withered, the swifts
returned
finding my way around
after surgery

Gusts No. 20
Winter 2014

2012

stripping the walls
of their paper, the house
of its past –
at the end of the day
it feels like exorcism

Gusts No. 17
Summer 2013

how to care
for a bleeding-heart?
cut it back
when withered it says
and so I cut, so I cut

Gusts No. 16
Winter 2012

faintly blue
this clutch of eggs deserted
a year ago
Fukushima, your shores
and dreams were shattered

just below
the lead glass window
a bird's nest
waiting for its bird
I wait for buds to show

Gusts No. 17
Summer 2013

briefly visible
as it catches the light
a little fish
picking something from
the river god's stone face

Gusts No. 16
Winter 2012

2011

in this country
wreasted from the sea,
prey to the sea,
defended against the sea:
people selecting tanka

Gusts No. 14
Winter 2011

kneading dough
I am a woman
patiently
lending each loaf
the shape of a vulva

Gusts No. 13
Summer 2011

faster than
I can accommodate
ostracods
spinning away from
my magnifying glass

Gusts No. 13
Summer 2011

squatting now
at that same old spring
I stretched for
the magic of water
flowing on and on

Gusts No. 13
Summer 2011

2010

fed up with winter
I look through a marble:
red sunset,
the rings of Saturn,
bubbles under thick pack ice

Gusts No. 12
Winter 2010

let in
by lilies of the valley
I look around
mother's kitchen, the door
to tomorrow wide open

Gusts No. 12
Winter 2010

it made me hit
an elderly woman,
this pain
seeping into my dream
where she crossed my way

Gusts No. 12
Winter 2010

2009

"tired, so tired,
so awfully tired..."
– if I had words
like down, I'd weave
you a nest among the reeds

pain has come
to perch on my shoulder:
its beak
a threat to the eye,
its claws devastating

Gusts No. 10
Winter 2009

nothing hints
at my stories,
their heroes –
against all reason
I study the X-ray

what to do
with a day as dark?
I season
dough with cardamom
and start kneading

sometimes, secretly,
I picture it at our table
the unborn child
looks around intently
and dangles its legs

Fire Pearls 2
June 2013

2007-2008

not used to
these soft pastels
yet slowly
laying shade over shade
I bring out life in your face

Taubenschlag
June 2007

the way
a dog would ignore
his fleas
I settle for another day
without writing tanka

neither one of us
has got a song then?
the blackbird,
asked like this,
watches me in silence

Gusts No. 10
Winter 2009

fifteen odd years
of living as a wife –
there's a dent
in the chopping board
where I hash my herbs

Fire Pearls 2
June 2013

"Love"
I close the letter,
and "Love"
once again, just to be
with you a little longer

Gusts No. 10
Winter 2009

the end
of my writer's block
as always
marked by children
that keep annoying me

today
the wind with this flavor
of the sea
of the dunes
of 'he thinks of me'

World Haiku Review WHC-German
Winter 2009

kicking at
whatever clutters
my life
these legs, rebellious
even when asleep

2006

no matter
how fast I run:
the moment
father falls, he falls
too far from here

Simply Haiku
Volume 4 Number 4, 2006

in today's rain
they clearly show,
colours and veins
of the pebbled path
to the intensive care

Haiku heute
September 2006

from abroad
a parcel maybe
with a fan
the coolness I'd feel
unwrapping

Haiku heute
September 2006

beautiful
the teacher's arms,
full of verve
she draws the flag
straight on the board

Simply Haiku
Volume 4 Number 4, 2006

silently trickling
into our conversation:
fresh blood
from the cancer
in Daddy's face

Simply Haiku
Volume 4 Number 4, 2006

Just like her dad
how I loved to hear that –
just like him
I don't show them
openly, my wounds

Haiku heute
September 2006

at night
 they rise in the seas
    creatures from the deep
        sliding sluggishly
                 I slip into a dream

Haiku heute
September 2006

the wind
seems to have changed
its tune –
in my native place
they must be cutting reeds

Simply Haiku
Volume 4 Number 4, 2006

2004-2005

now that the trees
keep their saps inside
and the light
seems to live in their tops
winds blow white around the house

Vuursteen
Volume 24 Issue 3, 2004

a single twine
of honeysuckle has reached
the eaves
treating me as it were
to one flower's perfume

Simply Haiku
Volume 4 Number 4, 2006

nights without
the scent of honeysuckle
make me wonder:
when did I stop longing
and start looking ahead?

Hermitage
Volume III, 2006

waiting for a word
I turn towards the sky –
how is it
that a drizzle makes me feel
being kissed and held?

Hermitage
Volume III, 2006

there must be
some parasite
in my spine
    – such are my thoughts
    facing the ceiling in pain

Simply Haiku
Volume 4 Number 4, 2006

whenever I look
into my daughter's room,
there's a tiger
leaping out of a poster
to watch over all her dreams

World Haiku Review
Volume 5 Issue 1, 2005

Recalling
they are water too
my limbs
have learned to float
like sluggish seaweed

    sorting out
         old scraps of paper
my thoughts
             begin to resemble
                           a bunch of    squirrels

Simply Haiku
Volume 4 Number 4, 2006

waiting in vain
I unfold & fold my napkin
producing
a very red flower
a very crushed fox

Simply Haiku
Volume 4 Number 4, 2006

a young birchtree
has yielded to its burden;
bent down
its branches reach well beneath
the crusted over snow

words like cotton,
they stick to the palate
so at a loss
I finally spit them out:
dead birds well meant

Simply Haiku
Volume 4 Number 4, 2006

in a red berry
I picked along the road
enough sunlight
to get drunk on, now that
the days are shortening

Vuursteen
Volume 24 Issue 3, 2004

peeled an apple
and cut it in halves,
picked some berries
and slowly ate them:
rid myself of pain

Simply Haiku
Volume 4 Number 4, 2006

a black kitten
that prowls about the rooms
and vanishes –
darkness surrounds us like that
meaning no harm tonight

Simply Haiku
Volume 4 Number 4, 2006

after the fever
I decide to behave like
a mother again,
breaking into a sweat
at the very thought

World Haiku Review
Volume 5 Issue 1, 2005

to have a look
did it appear today
the dead hare
that I saw as a child
in the twilight of my room

World Haiku Review
Volume 5 Issue 1, 2005

to a fox
waving his tail
way back
in the nordic woods
I am next of kin

unable
even to raise my head
I contemplate
every sound until
it's crystal

Simply Haiku
Volume 4 Number 4, 2006

to no end I keep
weaving and unraveling
this fabric of love,
adding wefts of deeper hue
for one who turns away

Hermitage
Volume III, 2006

From a clouded sky
cries of passing cranes are heard;
in this piercing cold
there is no place to be found
where they might rest for the night.

6th Hoshi-to-Mori
International Tanka Contest 2004
Supplementary Award

2003

something in the way
the sales-clerk wraps those poems
in plain brown paper
makes me think of Havel
and long to learn them by heart

day after day
I start by saying hello
to this numb arm
that pretends to be mine
until I am satisfied

migrating geese
their wings dividing the night
into brief dreams
where wind tugs at my body
as I keep calling your name

World Haiku Review
Volume 5 Issue 1, 2005

watching my hands
however limp and useless
they are
it's the ancient songs
they draw from

World Haiku Review
Volume 5 Issue 1, 2005

once more
the snowdrops blossom
as usual
in winter's last gusts
mother can be relied on

a sudden urge
to leave my songs
to the wind,
this morning's crisp air
and the wavering weeds

this very year
it is the children
who make me aware
of the voices of swans
the rustle of their wings

World Haiku Review
Volume 5 Issue 1, 2005

new bandages
instead of flesh-colored
I choose TITAN
signaling „beware of
the Bionic Woman”

Simply Haiku
Volume 4 Number 4, 2006

2001-2002

in my garden
I become a child again
lying in the grass
amidst voices of the past
and lilies of the valley

little butterflies
flying about lightly
whitout a goal –
why do I startle
when touched by their wings?

Vuursteen
Jahrgang 24 Heft 3, 2004

just like that
you glance at my neckline –
in for the game
I shamelessly present myself
in a most becoming light

World Haiku Review
Volume 5 Issue 1, 2005

a carp's back –
quietly the fish returns
to its cool world
and so do I turn about
wrapped in deeper silence

when it gets dark
deep deep inside my heart
I close my eyes
then the child within
plays the elder flute

Simply Haiku
Volume 4 Number 4, 2006

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