Tanka


Ingrid Betancourt
Got the French Legion of honour,
Well deserved indeed.
Will the captives of Gitmo
One day get a medal too?


Tanka

A wood burner
Ignored eight month a year
May seek revenge
By burning down your homestead
Or dumping soot on your floor



Tanka


I danced in the vale
Running horses, flying manes
In a coppice they stopped, Senryu

Notes fell from the sky
Sank to the bottom of a lake;
Made water music


Senryu

I had to haste home
But left my eyes on a stone
To enjoy, sundown


Senryu

In the square’s corner
A fallen woman danced
With dust and leaves


Senryu

A denuded phellem
Suffers in noble silence
Birds do not titter.



And grazed on green clover.
A hammock of horse hair I made