| Oregon Haiku & Tanka Society |
| Norla Antinoro |
Haiku: black cat among the ducks cacophony defending my choice of art a camera in the storm reaching for the lightning I link cloud to ground From Haiku in MyTown, a zine edited by Norla the scent of moonlight lingers in the darkness like the smell of rain a silver greeting between the mountains and sky the dance of lightning the dandelions shift from gold to thistledown as leaves and winds are turning grey with rain clouds line the mountain's craggy ridge like a winter cloak dull sunset colours russet of the falling leaves mirror sunset shades Tanka: ducksong demanding breakfast at dawn heads raised in explanation dinner wa so long passed calming turbulence late summer's deepest green bids me write t here among the words I find a quiet place to rest daily journal this hermitage discipline recording sunrise following dawn by dawn last days gathering in silver (published in Tanka is Now (MyTow.ca) |
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| black cat smong the ducks cacophony defending my choice of art a camera in the storm reaching for the lightning I link cloud to ground haiku from Haiku in MyTown ezine: the secent of moonlight lingers in the darkness like the smell of rain a silver greeting between the mountains and sky the dance of lightning the dandelions shift from gold to thistledown as leaves and winds are turning grey with rain clouds line the mountain's craggy ridge like a winter cloak dull sunset colours russet of the falling leaves mirror sunset shades Tanka: ducksong demanding reakfast at dawn heads raised in explanation dinner was so long passed calming turbulence late summer's deepest green bids me write there among the words I find a quiet place to rest daily journal this hermitage discipline recording sunrise following dawn by dawn last days gathering in silver (published in Tanka is Now (Mytown.ca) Grieving tears soft as moonlight upon the pillow from the silence I hear again the echo of his footsteps in this darkness breathing writes poetry enough, words bare remembered? this is music, this love, this breath this day's heartbeat. walking the pathway in the shade of the garden I pause a moment to see the dancing branches of a willow in the wind life's sweetest berries grow tangled l |
| Norla retired from dual careers as a Research Biologist and a Psychotherapist, and discovered that reading was not enough tofill the void. With the new millennium she discovered poetry, prose and political commentary which is what fills her days now when she is not wandering quietly among the trees and creeks of an old apple farm in the Pacific Northwest. |