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at unisex beauty shops
mall hours
twas nice to hide away
curlers and perms not pretty
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Gary Blankenship prompt for Tanka Poets on Line
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Kathabela’s wonderful prompts for the last week have sparked
a lot of nostalgic tanka, childhood memories.
Much of it about how the world has changed.
My reference is 50’s when we still had black telephones with party lines,
wringer washers (I caught my finger in ours more than once),
clothes lines, butter churns and push mowers.
In barber shops, the barber wore a white coat,
dispensed bay rum and a sucker to the kids,
and the town gossips lined one wall.
Typewriters were manual, computers were clunky
and bikes may have been brakeless.
There were frozen TV dinners, but they went in the oven.
There were three national television channels
and one or two local stations.
And each had a live kid’s show.
Ours were Sheriff Tex, Captain Puget, Stan Boreson
and No Mo, JP Patches and Brakeman Bill and Donkey
with the worse jokes ever. Most were icons.
If your era was later, you changes were different and today,
it seems there are more changes than in the old decades.
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What changes have occurred from when you were a kid and now?
Which do you miss the most?
Some went through changes like the churn, oleo, color packs and on.
How has your favorite change changed?
Even poetry has changed with new forms
and modern version of the old?
How has yours evolved?
What will your tanka tell us about the changes –
too numerous to list in this short paragraph?
. (c) 2014 Saradumm… Miss Blaze
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how we hold each other. , hugs
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cradled in my arm
purrs contently
allows me to type
licks my nose
stares me down ~ the look
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Blaze with the look
from across the room
,.. couldn’t get a “selfie”
Wednesday September 17, 2014
tanka prompt a natural embrace,
how we hold each other. , hugs (Santa Barbara photo by Kathabela)
(What are the significant embraces you feel see and remember?
As the bloom embraces its center we hold one another in mind and heart.
This endearment in all its manifestation in nature has become a greeting
a farewell
a virtual expression of connection and warmth.
In some cultures
It is central and in others it is private.
For some people it feels natural
others more formal or cultured by experiences might shy away.
But the psychological embrace itself is the act of thinking itself.
Discovery of connection.
Poetic intuition.
The sense of metaphor.
What do you embrace in your life, in your tanka?
How is it held there placed there as if by the force of nature ,
your own nature enveloped in the “hug” of words?)
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deep rose
anniversaries
of bougainvillea
match white clouds that hug
the ocean shore
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Sept 17 prompt (natural embrace, hug ( photo by Kathabela, Santa Barbar
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.(c) 2014 Saradunn
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Fall colors remain
special time ~ tamaracks next
Jack Frost due any time
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prompt: Happy Hands ＼(^^)／
what you say to get a good photo
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think happy happy
together for always
smiles light the world
day spent in idyllic setting
smiles for life is wonderful
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Kathabella Wilson prompt
“happy hands” or whatever you say to get the picture…
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(Somehow I had the idea, one day, to say “happy hands”!
This is what happens!
All the different personalities,
exuberant and sweet,
humorous and jubilant…’
come into play.
This was a wonderful celebation
the Friday Poets themselves put together
at our home for Kathabela’s birthday…
this is the finale photo. I said –“happy hands”
and look what happened.
What do you say when you want tp take a photo
that shows the personalities and spirit of a group…
and what do YOU think of “happy hands”??)
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photo (c) 2014 Stephanie Preble Vickberg
with permission
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prompt: balloons
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eyes watch
for sign of new baby
arriving home
balloons grace doorway
It’s a boy ~ Jayce !
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(c) 2014 Saradunn
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Kathabela Wilson Prompt
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(Yesterday, as we were arriving home from Japan,
Gary gave the prompt “little surprises”
I was surprised that it was Tuesday (again)
and right in tune with the prompt.
It was hard to see on my phone,
while we were getting off the plane,
and even later, what was “on top” of the stack of rocks
in his picture. I had to ask.
A little tree. So subtle and sweet.
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It reminded me of many things we had seen
on this journey and everyday life too.
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How what is on top of a building,
a statue,
a person’s head
is important and there for a reason,
sometimes accidental,
often purposeful.
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Even when accidental,
it often acquires meaning
in the eye of the person looking.
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What is “on top” of you,
your head,
your house,
something you see every day,
something memorable in travels,
or childhood,
what does it mean
and can the significance,
mystery,
humor,
importance come alive in your tanka?)
siggiofmaine 