myths speak
of helping the sun
to rise
from night to morning
did I forget how?
spring hail damage—
sounds of hammering
circle the lake
if only it could be
this easy to go on
among charred stones
two sparrows pull apart
a white feather
I feel tugged too
by youth, by age
a bumblebee
marries the daisy
beside me
such desire
such need
in late summer
watching water ripple
I want to be
that gosling
swimming from shore
it's like being loved
as sunlight tickles
the lake's surface
or night drills a hole
for the moon
Marilyn Hazelton is a poet and essayist. As a teacher, she thinks about why writing poetry is an act of self-liberation, how creative acts inform the soul and how to raise those issues within a broader community. She is the editor and publisher of red lights, an international tanka journal. Her haiku, haibun and tanka have been published in Modern Haiku, bottlerockets, Ribbons and other journals. A tanka prose piece centered on her stepson and her Jewish-Catholic grandmother is included in the inaugural issue of Modern Haibun & Tanka Prose.
Marilyn Hazelton is a poet and essayist. As a teacher, she thinks about why writing poetry is an act of self-liberation, how creative acts inform the soul and how to raise those issues within a broader community. She is the editor and publisher of red lights, an international tanka journal. Her haiku, haibun and tanka have been published in Modern Haiku, bottlerockets, Ribbons and other journals. A tanka prose piece centered on her stepson and her Jewish-Catholic grandmother is included in the inaugural issue of Modern Haibun & Tanka Prose.