for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

as the moon/in my palm (2 tanka at LYNX)


as the moon

transforms in sunlight

we shift roles

you into a clown, i

a hummingbird


in my palm

the fortune teller

traces lines

one slides off my destiny

away from yours

LYNX  XXVII:I February 2012

February 21, 2012 - Posted by | poetry, tanka | , , , , , , , , , , , , ,


  1. I love the second tanka, hermana! The image of someone’s destiny falling from the palm of your hand–exquisite . . .

    Comment by Margaret Dornaus | February 26, 2012 | Reply

    • Mil gracias otra vez, mi hermana! Coming from you whose genre is this, your comment is a treasure!!!

      Comment by alee9 | February 26, 2012 | Reply

  2. Beautiful, beautiful! Love both!

    Comment by sanjuktaa | March 10, 2012 | Reply

    • Oh, thanks so much again for your lovely words! That you find them beautiful is so uplifting! Thanks again, dear friend.

      Comment by alee9 | March 11, 2012 | Reply

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