rusted wheels
carrying us toward
the hymn of home
a haloed sun
beckons us beyond
the rusty gate
pressed prayers
these rusting memories
between our palms
rust-flecked silo
our songs still echo
hallelujah
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Debbie Strange is a published tanka and haiku poet and an avid photographer. She enjoys creating haiga and tanshi (small poem) art. You are invited to see more of her work on Twitter @Debbie_Strange.
These hands cradled the window-stunned sparrow, and caressed the stiff hairs on the hide of the elephant.
These hands tended the garden, strummed the strings, and focused the lens on all things abandoned and broken.
These hands held the walking stick up the mountain, over the frozen river, and down the path of enlightenment.
These hands kneaded the dough, carried water from the well, and kindled the fire of longing . . .
bone-white
gnarled driftwood
these hands
no longer able to play
the soft notes of your skin
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Debbie Strange is a published tanka and haiku poet and an avid photographer. She enjoys creating haiga and tanshi (small poem) art. You are invited to see more of her work on Twitter @Debbie_Strange.
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Debbie Strange is a widely published tanka and haiku poet, as well as an avid photographer. Her current passion is for creating tanshi (small poem) art. You are invited to see more of her work on Twitter @Debbie_Strange.
a wild sky
tethered to earth…
chain lightning
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Debbie Strange is a widely published tanka and haiku poet, as well as an avid photographer. Her current passion is for creating tanshi (small poem) art. You are invited to see more of her work on Twitter @Debbie_Strange.
