monasteries
carved into mountains
hidden
from those
who hate God
trees heavy
with red and green
fruit—
in a dream, I tell my dead sister
about the promotion
parkside
he wants to analyze our relationship
I’d rather discuss
the blues of the skies
the motion of the river
first published in MET
photo taken and copyrighted by mirlen

Enjoyed.
Posted by:Robert | March 27, 2008 at 08:01 AM
Interesting poems
Posted by:Jennifer | March 27, 2008 at 08:42 AM
i enjoyed these. the first has a bold and intriguing quality to it that is quite appealing. in the third one, oh, I know what you mean (the last 2 lines...and how beautiful "the motion of the river" is)!
bright, "refreshing" photo too.
Posted by:janet | March 27, 2008 at 10:44 AM
All these poems are beautiful and a bright, irresistible photo too!
Posted by:Andrea | March 27, 2008 at 11:33 AM
On "parkside:" I'm analyzing your relationship. It's a guy thing.
The trees and fruit take on a dreamlike quality of their own, even though you say nothing that denies their reality.
Posted by:Bill Kenney | March 27, 2008 at 12:05 PM
Thanks, all.
Bill -- YOU'RE incorrigible. :)
Posted by:aurora | March 28, 2008 at 11:10 PM
These are lovely tanka. For some reason the
abilty to write a worthy tanka alludes me.
Would love to have you guest at my blog.
Posted by:Cynthia | March 29, 2008 at 04:00 PM
Thanks so much for the kind words and visit, Cynthia.
Posted by:aurora | March 29, 2008 at 06:48 PM
A very interesting & arresting trio, for me
there is a theme of vision, of one form or
another.
Posted by:Cynthia | April 05, 2008 at 11:21 AM