We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

13.11.25

November Tanka: Home and Family

(Decided it was time to play with this form again. But didn't think of it until November had well started.)


still wearing

my wedding ring

past his death –

the band thins, but

the gold remains bright


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looking out

after sudden rain

what’s to find?

on the dying vine 

a single new bloom


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I gift you –

brought by our Nana 

from India,

passed to Mum, then me –

these bracelets, Cousin













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photo line-up: 

cousins, teens to babe –

decades on

oldest and youngest

become dear friends


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morning porridge

childhood comfort food

thick and salty –

in old age I learn

to add cinnamon


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Sharing with Poets and Storytellers United for Friday Writings #203: Why I Love /Hate ... The prompt asked us to write about three things we hate and tear them down, and/or three things we love and celebrate them. It's my own prompt, but I have been busy the last few days marking my 86th birthday. (I always seem to have extended birthdays, courtesy of kind friends who want to take me out and do nice things for me.) So I haven't written specifically to the prompt, but I had already decided to play with tanka this month, and these first few kinda fit. They are certainly about things/people I love. Perhaps it can be inferred that I also hate the attendant loss (of husband, dying vine, the past, my own childhood) ... the  ephemeral nature of all things.





18 comments:

  1. Nice so exciting to find new bloom on a dying vine. I love the bangles (NZ name) and oh I hate porridge hehe

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    1. Ah yes, you're quite right; we call these firm hoops bangles too – at least, we did when I was growing up, but I haven't heard the word for a long time now.

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  2. Rosemary, I like your format. Diery (sp ??) or modified list poem? I'm with Marja, I don't like porridge and have never ever tasted it.

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    1. They were meant as a series of separate tanka – but I just realised I managed to give number 4 an extra line!! I'll have to try and give it a belated edit.

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  3. I love these little rememberings and that we can always learn to add cinnamon - Jae

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  4. Rosemary!!! These are perfection. Perfection.

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    1. What lovely, high oraise! Thank you Helen, I;m glad you found them so.

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  5. Tankalicious work indeed. Thanks for everything (even the porridge). Cinnamon, you say? Maybe.

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  6. loved the snippet of your life soaked in nostalgia through the tanka s.
    Best wishes for your birthday.

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  7. Many happy returns of the day, dear Rosemary.
    Love all the tankas. The wedding ring, new bloom on the dying vine, Nana's collection from India, photos and even the cinnamon shine brightly. Beautiful.

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  8. I love the single bloom on the dying vine. These were all wonderful.

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    1. Thank you! (I should have taken a photo. Too late now; it has dropped.)

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