The Fruitful Harvest

The fruitful harvest

of the unripe and still young.

One lustful spirit

wanting to be picked tonight.

She went home, with a stained skirt.

-Max Sacala-

Cigarette Tanka

 

A flickering fire,
Its last heat to light my stick.
I inhale the smoke
And realize the dried leaves
Would later be my own self.

-Darylle Rubino-

Silver Ring Tanka

Worn Paddle

The paddle resting

Beside the little old boat

Rocked by the sea waves

Hung helplessly on its side-

Nanay whispered love no more.

-Aaron Jalalon-

Farewell Tanka

scattered puzzle bits

used to being side by side;

withered bunch of blooms

forgotten by you, by me;

how do we say our goodbyes?

-Maryanne Lobaton-