Tanka #6

my wandering snapped

like a carpenters chalk line

no deviation

a ribbon of road stretching

to the horizon and back

Tanka #5

after a brief pause

a bashful night

runs out

the hollow sound

of empty garbage cans

Tanka #4

a red storm

of falling leaves

under the maple tree

old birds gossiping

over the back fence

This will only take a second…

My daughter, Emma (11), and I decided to enter a contest to have our haiku sent to Mars.

The top 3 entries, by popular vote, will go aboard a probe headed to the blushing planet. We’d really appreciate your votes!!!!

Emma’s
http://lasp.colorado.edu/maven/goingtomars/entry/?28077

Mine
http://lasp.colorado.edu/maven/goingtomars/entry/?29546

Tanka #3

a small marker stone

hidden beneath the redbud

those chiseled edges

noticeably wearing smooth

after only thirteen springs

Tanka #2

before the storms came

planting impatiens

on the side of the garage

i don’t recall what i thought

the entire afternoon

Tanka #1

ill-fated bluebirds

sprawled beneath the glass tower

hold a static pose

unwitting photo subjects

of floppy-hatted tourists