lonely white cat
in and out
of the darkness
lush green grasses
seeing a box turtle stuck
under an iron gate
creek alive with minnows
a large dead carp floats
near the bank
fishing
dragonflies landing
on reed and rod
my coffee cup
watching a bug swim
across the clouds
hawk overhead
sparrow feathers blow across
the river rocks
dark woodland
mayflies swarm
in bright rays of sunshine
dark woods
the bright flash of fireflies
everywhere
motorcycle girls
seeing girls in skirts and heels
walking down the street
loud argument
hearing the quiet voice
of a chickadee
waiting for you
a full moon rises
above the poplars
sidewalk
a worm's smooth body
wiggles through rough stones
summer afternoon
hearing cicadas
starting and stopping
viewing the stars
bright car lights sweep
across the lawn
summer night
hearing distant traffic noise
and frogs croaking
so silent
party balloons drifting
overhead
through the telescope
the beautiful double star
beta cygni
lonely park bench
a girl watches
the boys hangout
giant oak
beneath huge branches
a tiny acorn
enjoying the quiet
a clap of thunder
shakes the house
break in
a squirrel chewing
a hole in the trash can
radio antenna
ants climb the long wire
some going up some down
not welcomed
the large black hornet
on our white curtains
unexpected
a heavy blanket of rain
floods the street
flower box
a squirrel
taking a dirt bath
big timber creek
the incoming tide
consumes the land
taking a bath
sparrows
in the sand box
behind the reeds
a small pond
of croaking frogs
campfire
snapping and cracking
my thoughts
the campfire out
ashes blow in the wind
my lost sister
pulling and begging
at the end of a leash
the dog's owner
campfire
faces dance around
our circle
low tide
a minnow swims a puddle
left in mud
daily greeting
pulling and jerking a chain
the neighbor's dog
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Tanka poems by Kayla
in the front yard
the bikes rest
against the pine tree
all winter the doll
in the pine hay
corner of the yard
the rusted tricycle
overgrown with weeds
only squirrels
play there now
the cabin empty
everything quiet
everything still
the lonely swan drifts on the lake
until the children return
now cold
on the dresser table
my mother's ring
worn thin
from years of giving
the bikes rest
against the pine tree
all winter the doll
in the pine hay
corner of the yard
the rusted tricycle
overgrown with weeds
only squirrels
play there now
the cabin empty
everything quiet
everything still
the lonely swan drifts on the lake
until the children return
now cold
on the dresser table
my mother's ring
worn thin
from years of giving
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Tanka poem by Kayla
the sun rises
above the poplars,
on this special day
december 12,2012
seeing the date as 12-12-12
above the poplars,
on this special day
december 12,2012
seeing the date as 12-12-12
Thursday, November 15, 2012
tanka poems by Kayla
not affected
by the tragedy of war,
nor by fear,nor by evil,
the honey bee collects her honey
and the mockingbird sings her song.
not the rumble of thunder,
nor the sound of gunfire,
nor the sound of a storm,
but the sound of fireworks
fills this July night sky.
she's 3000 years old,
and i am fascinated
by her eyelashes,
how beautiful,
how delicate.
suddenly.
the flame up of a match,
my youth
has come
and gone.
1
train crossing.
signals flashing,
wheels clanging on rails,
boxcars swaying side to side,
followed by the end car,
2
its red strobe light flashing,
disappears into the darkness,
the spirit
of my father
rides into the night.
by the tragedy of war,
nor by fear,nor by evil,
the honey bee collects her honey
and the mockingbird sings her song.
not the rumble of thunder,
nor the sound of gunfire,
nor the sound of a storm,
but the sound of fireworks
fills this July night sky.
she's 3000 years old,
and i am fascinated
by her eyelashes,
how beautiful,
how delicate.
suddenly.
the flame up of a match,
my youth
has come
and gone.
1
train crossing.
signals flashing,
wheels clanging on rails,
boxcars swaying side to side,
followed by the end car,
2
its red strobe light flashing,
disappears into the darkness,
the spirit
of my father
rides into the night.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Haiku by Kayla
autumn
summer robins gather
in withered fields
my lost sister
the campfire out
ashes blow in the wind
mother's grave
leaves fall gently
on the still earth
mother's grave
i sweep away the leaves
revealing her name
bird flies away
the calico cat
flicks her tail
summer robins gather
in withered fields
my lost sister
the campfire out
ashes blow in the wind
mother's grave
leaves fall gently
on the still earth
mother's grave
i sweep away the leaves
revealing her name
bird flies away
the calico cat
flicks her tail
Monday, August 6, 2012
Tenkara
It's been a while since my last post,I have been busy with life and have discovered a new passion,Tenkara fly fishing. Tenkara is an ancient Japanese method of fly fishing. It uses only a rod ,fly line and a fly,....no reel is used and the fly line is attached to the end of the pole. The fly line is usually the length of the rod ,the rod is long between 10 and 15 feet. I have also been tying lots of Japanese style tenkara flies. The flies are simple only a hook,hackle and thread are used. The pattern i use is called sakasa kebari ( reversed hackle fly) , anyways it is a lot of fun !!! If your interested in more information go to www.tenkarausa.com
If you have any questions leave me a comment....michaela
If you have any questions leave me a comment....michaela
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