just another day
so like every other day
this miracle – life
funny to think you weren’t
and then suddenly you were
[a world without you]
it’s hard to imagine days
before you were born
a tiny web
grows daily on the tree of life
anchored by fine threads
glistening gossamer lines
fragile – easily broken
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Ah – hello my bouncing boy
at last you’ve joined the party
may bright sunshine warm your days
and love be your home
© G.s.k. ‘15
Lolly’s inspirational tanka is about a life passing – my waka are about life becoming – the cycle of life is so mysterious if one thinks about it.
One moment the world is turning and someone isn’t a part of it and then it’s like they’d always existed. At the moment of passing – the world goes on as though that person never was. Fragile spider’s webs indeed.
August is the month when two of my son’s came into the world – and though they’re now grown and far away, a fragile thread remains, reminding me of the day they became a part of life, so many years ago.
from where did you come –
where will you finally go
when winter winds blow
© G.s.k. ‘15
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Lolly wrote:
[…] “This tanka was inspired by a Carpe Diem prompt “spider web.” I like its dark, gothic mood and the alliteration in the last two lines. It definitely suggests death and grief as we all have to go through a loved one’s personal items when they pass. I remember doing so for my mother-in-law as well as my mother and both grandmothers. The last two lines really bring the thought home. After the death of a parent it seems one’s “anchor” or security or a part of what made us feel secure is loosened or even gone.
It’s a sad tanka, but I love for it because it expresses what I often feel when I think of all the women in my family that have passed away” […]
sifting through
the personal effects
of a spider’s web
an autumn wind loosens
another anchor thread
© Laura Williams (a.k.a. Lolly)
published: American Tanka; Issue #13
Written for:
Left speechless (in a very good way) — life, love, joy. 🙂
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Thanks Jen … today is my youngest son’s birthday … I get sentimental about birthdays (when I remember them 😉 )
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Thanks so much for the link … nice to think my post inspired you! 🙂
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“a tiny web” rocks……the cradle
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Indeed … you’re quite right of course! 🙂
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Maybe thread isn’t as fragile as you think. I hope not!
At the Dead Man’s House
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The thread of course is fragile in relation to eternity … or maybe not 😉
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Really Nice! Loved the post. I think my favorite is your haiku, but really enjoyed all of it.
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Thanks so much Dolores … I think I prefer my haiku as well 🙂
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Your words and prose spoke to my heart. My only child was born in August, also! That thin web brought me to Austin to help with three new webs 🙂 Grandma joys!
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How cool is this … Isn’t life fantastic! I’m happy for your Grandma joys too … I’m sure that they are wonderful joys indeed!
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Lovely cara!! I also wrote only daughter’s birthday Aug 31. Time turns do quickly. My baby is now 34.
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Hah! My youngest was born on Aug. 31, he’s now 26!
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Ah, she is my youngest too!! another parallel!!
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Good heavens, we rally do have so much in common! I’m flabbergasted.
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