Sunday, November 8, 2015

Tanka--By Marilyn Fleming--United States

splitting wood
in-between the silence
flicker drums
in the palm of my hand
I cup your beating heart

petulant sea
throwing foam against rocks
a taste of salt
my eyes dry in the wind
even gulls are crying

a strangeness
in the foothills
howling at the moon
one more sleepless night
my mouth speaks wild sounds

First appeared in Cattails, UHTS, September 2015

Marilyn Fleming was born and raised on a farm in Wisconsin. She has a special interest in oriental forms of poetry.


  1. Marilyn,
    I liked these, especially the last one. Welcome to Whispers!
    Your new friend,
    David Fox

  2. Thank you for your comments. Pleased to be a part of the Whispers community.

  3. Dear Marilyn,

    You are such a talented writer. Good use of multi-sense imagery to share your thoughts. Your tanka are rich, creative experiences. Welcome to Whispers! I hope you enjoy your time spent with us. Best wishes with all your writing endeavors.


  4. You have surely made me think about nature in a new and intriguing way! I really enjoyed reading your delightful pieces this morning. My favorite one is the last one, that one was truly special. What an amazing trio of poetry, great work,


  5. Marilyn,
    I just now saw your tanka,fabulous as ever.So glad you're here.
    A warm welcome.