November Tanka: Place and Time

 

piles of paper

overflow from my desk

to my table –

as if I could feast on

the written word (I can)

20/11/25

memory

wanders on the outskirts

of town

along the river bank

of my childhood

21/11/25

dark moon

in the month and sign

of my birth –

not surprising I’m loath

to tidy my house

21/11/25

good intuition

he says when I (next door) guess 

he was painting –

no, art gives a certain

quality to the silence

21/11/25

‘poor little girl’

I think, of my friend  

who died young —

a woman strong and free   

but I know her childhood 

23/11/25

the hot is here

I put on my sarong

tie it firm —

thin cotton towel I bought 

long ago in India 

24/11/25

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