Issue 4 - Match 2026 - Tanka page 6
quiet moments
tucked in the folds
of our days
after a sudden storm
the scent of desert sage
Dru Philippou, USA
the rope swing
hung over the bend in the river
tied in a horseknot
the still exclamation point
where the boy drowned
Ron Scully, USA
clear water
a leaf drifts and twists
even a small stream
still has currents which
can catch and hold
Simon Wilson, UK
all the tongues in my head--
the sea erases
every word I write,
even the ones
my mother taught me
Nitu Yumnam, UAE
cold winter drafts
are stirring the sunroom air
enough to carry
the scent of lemon blossoms
to my distant bedroom
Sally Biggar, USA
often I find
my thoughts following
a sparrow's feather
what is left of my days
is also floating away
Minal Sarosh, India
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