Kozue’s English tanka




waiting for 

the fireworks to begin

on the beach

I look up into the twilight sky

with my childhood loneliness

                  GUSTS 24,  fall/winter 2016



early spring—

no red flowers blooming yet

I set up

a red glass bird feeder

for my guest hummingbirds

                  Tanka Cafe (Ribbons) spring/summer 2016



falling rain

in Amsterdam

this same rain

was falling

during the war

                Skylark, summer 2016



little by little

my yoga poses

improving—

little by little

I get to know him

            GUSTS 23, spring/summer 2016




can’t find Sartre

nor Baudelaire, I come out

with a butterfly

from Montparnasse

cemetry this afternoon

                    Skylark, winter 2015



eyes closed

in a yoga pose

I meditate—

my mind travels back

to my childhood

                 Eucalypt 19, 2015



in this museum

I see van Gogh’s

loneliness

in his sunflowers

in his ukiyo-e plum flowers

                    Moonbathing, sp/sm 2015



this town

northern limit for

hummingbirds

seeing one by chance

my blues fly away

                      GUSTS 21, spring/summer 2015



Amsterdam

in February, tulip bulbs

sold in the stores

along the canal, I walk

as if I live locally

                     Eucalypt, no.18, 2015



a robin

with spring air

lands here

I’ll fly to Wonderland

to see my other self

                    Skaylark, summer 2015



although

failing to become red

green tomatoes

smell so wild, and

invite me to bite

                    red lights, January 2015



planning

to kill him softly

I obtain

a small bottle of

tendre poison

                   Eucalypt no. 17, 2014



this airport’s

waiting area

so airy

birds are coming in freely

like the summer breeze

                        Eucalypt no.16, 2014





spring afternoon

white petals keep falling

in haste

I still cannot decide

to fall in love again

            Moonbathing no. 10, spring/summer 2014



red shoots

of seven peonies

in April

I should not forget

to write him poems

                    red lights, June 2014




balloons

floating lively

in the park—

the breeze has colors

this sunny afternoon

                        Tanka Cafe (in Ribbons) fall 2013





rainy day

in early March

I walk

to  Sacré Coer regretting

what I said to him

             Moonbathing no. 8, spring/summer 2013




this baguette

so crispy outside

so soft inside

I am still in Paris

on the fifth day

                red lights, June 2013




prosciutto,

marzipan, sangria

added often

to my shopping list

after a trip to Spain

                      GUSTS no.17, 2013




sometimes
I become a cat
and greet
a neighbor's cat
using sweet voice
                                              

                   Tanka Journal no. 41, 2012





my thyroid
surgery was not easy
the tumor
as big as an egg
near the vocal cords

                  Tanka Journal no. 41, 2012




for
café au lait
let's grind coffee beans,
warm up milk
this chilly morning
first day of autumn

                   Tanka Cafe (in Ribbons) fall 2012



birds
don't have the horrizon
they fly
courageously
beyond our limit

               Tanka Cafe (in Ribbons) spring/summer 2012



encountering
my slow movement
of
tai chi
neighbor's black cat
walks away in haste

                     GUSTS no.15, 2012




irritating
skin rash around
the neck
am I angry at someone,
someone inside me?

                      GUSTS no.15, 2012




half
of my thyroid removed
with a tumor
silk scarf gently hides
the scar of loneliness

                      GUSTS no.15, 2012




be patient
they'll flower soon. . .
cherry trees
preparing for
the time quietly
 

                 red lights, June 2012




even after
the 3.11 disasters
cherry blossoms
silently encourage
people in despair

                 red lights, June 2012




I am
merciless, childless
tonight
moonless sky
endlessly deep

               Moonbathing no.6, spring/summer 2012




that year
you changed your mind
and decided,
out of loneliness,
to marry someone
 

                   Tanka Cafe (in Ribbons) winter 2011




its fragrance
heals my heart wounded
by her sting--
a rosary made of red roses
I bought in Fatima

                      red lights, January 2012




mooon eclipse
I'm in love with him
but my heart
is getting dark until
it becomes invisible

                    Moonbathing no.5, fall/winter 2011-2012




someone
casually praised
my white jeans
I walk -- like a sea breeze,
the streets of Lisbon

                      Eucalypt no.11, 2011




mesmerized
by a deck of cards
in his hands
I’m wandering into
the world of illusion
 

                      Tanka Cafe (in Ribbons) fall 2011



after wandering
around a town named Tallinn
we order
hot wine to get to know
a little bit of Estonia
                                                                           

                   

                            Tanka Journal no. 39, 2011




standing
in front of
Guernica
I feel
fragility of sanity
fragility of our daily life

                      GUSTS no.14, 2011




shopping
at the farmers market
fresh berries
greens, and balloons
I become happy, so easily

                             red lights, June 2011




a jar of
home-made blueberry jam
my gift
to that stubborn person--
what do I know about him?


                               Eucalypt no.10, 2011




kaleidoscope
I hold it against light
magically
they come into my sight
dark eyes of my dead lover

                           Moonbathing no.4, spring/summer 2011




languidly
peoney petals fall
into my heart's
empty space
after making love

                   red lights, January 2011




reluctant
to answer him
clearly
my heart floating
like evening mist

                  red lights, January 2011




washed
by moonlight
my eyes
can see clearly now
a wound in his heart

                 Moonbathing no.3, fall/winter 2010-2011





picking
pumpkin flower buds
for salad
I think of Cinderella's
life after the wedding

                      Eucalypt no. 9, 2010




a post card
from Salt Lake City
came
with something attached--
a tiny pouch of salt !

                        Tanka Journal no. 37, 2010




consolation
every four hours
I rinse
my mouth with salt water
my molar gone forever

                           Tanka Journal no. 37, 2010




first day
of autumn already--
I buy
mini sunflowers to enjoy
summer one more week

                           GUSTS no.12, 2010




September--
Sydney in early spring
lotus flowers
bloom in pink, and I forget
Vancouver in autumn rain


                              red lights, June 2010



wearing
new animal print
rubber boots
I walk the fields
like a young giraffe

                      GUSTS no.11, 2010




attacked
by migraine headache
in Germany
medieval witches
still alive and mean

                       red lights, January 2010




pink aurora
in the winter sky
tonight
everything looks
delicately balanced
 

                        Eucalypt no. 7, 2009




jet lag
after the trip to Köln
night and day
flashbacks of old churches
and flagstone lanes

                      Eucalypt no. 7, 2009




not separated
from colours in washing
my white t-shirt
becomes blue and
accuses my laziness

                    tanka cafe, summer 2009




this acupuncturist
inserts countless needles
on my back
accurately detecting
my deep rooted sorrow


                      red lights, June 2009




something
sweet and magical
might be there--
turquoise skies
early summer

                  red lights, June 2009




smiling
in this old picture
young me
not afraid of
anything, anyone

                Tanka Journal no. 34, 2009




he will betray her
sooner or later
I sense it
from the way
he smiles at me

                tanka cafe, winter 2008




first day of winter--
faint sounds of snow
fill my ears
may I forget now
about my mistakes?

                    red lights, January 2009




sensing
his loneliness
I hide my loneliness
in the tea cup
this cold afternoon

                   tanka cafe, autumn 2008



I still remember
the way he called
my name
but don't remember now
the way he betrayed me

                        GUSTS no.8, 2008




yellow flowers
of witch hazel
in February
loneliness shines
among winter trees

                       Eucalypt no. 4, 2008




it's hard
to prove racism                    something                     dark and intangible                                                     accumulating inside me 

                                                                                                  

                    Tanka Journal no. 32, 2008




passion flower
dropped without opening --
I too had
dreams disappear
without blooming


                    GUSTS no.7, 2008




gusty winds
blowing all day
I protect
my edgy heart
in a grey cocoon

                Tanka Journal no. 30, 2007




standing
at the new start line
in the morning
I read today's horoscope
rather seriously

                   red lights, January 2007




stopped

at the red light

i see the thin moon

precariously floating

in the noon sky

                    red lights, June 2007




in the summer sky 

shooting stars appear

one after another

I have so many

wishes to make

                  GUSTS no.6, 2007

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