Wilderness Tanka
snowy wilderness
cold winter sun, soaring trees
a small lone figure
for a time she stood fearless
my protector, my mother
Wilderness Tanka
snowy wilderness
cold winter sun, soaring trees
a small lone figure
for a time she stood fearless
my protector, my mother
What a poignant memory.
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Thank you, Joy. It’s definitely bittersweet now.
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That was just so lovely!
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Thank you, Darlene!
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Such a wonderful image and fond memory, LIz. Your mother does look very intrepid and someone who could be depended upon. ❤
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Thank you for your thoughtful comment. “Intrepid” is a good word to describe my mother’s spirit.
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Powerful poem, Liz. Evokes time standing still ( 🙂 ) and time marching on ( 😦 ).
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Thank you, Dave. The photograph was taken over ten years ago, so, while it remains one of my favorite pictures of my mother, it’s become bittersweet.
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A wonderful post.
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Thank you. I’m glad it spoke to you.
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You’re welcome.
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Wow, a nice tribute Liz. I really like the image.
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Thank you, Chris. The caption I’ve always had in my head for the photograph is “Kay in an Alien Universe.”
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Love this, Liz! What a powerful tribute. Love that photo, too!
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Thank you, Jill!
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Lovely. Gave me chills – not just because of the cold – that unexpected end , so heartwarming.
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Thank you so much for your kind words, V.J.!
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My pleasure, Liz.
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Lovely, Liz 🙂
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Thank you, Deepa!
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That’s touching
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Thank you for letting me know that you were touched by my poem.
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Lovely poem. 🙂
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Thank you, Marje!
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A beautiful poem, Liz. Your love for your mother certainly shines through.
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Thank you, Robbie!
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Tanka poetry is so powerful, and you’ve captured it all so movingly, Liz! And the picture brings it all home.
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Thank you, Martha! I am so thankful to have found tanka poetry. It has become the perfect form to express feelings and experiences that other forms of writing just won’t do.
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Your photo looks like the type of weather in the province I live in.
Saskatchewan, Canada. 🙂
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I think the climate would be similar. The photo was taken in Presque Isle, Maine.
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i love your use of photos as prompts for poetry!
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Thank you, Mary! I’m enjoying getting image and words to work together.
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Liz, thanks for sharing your Tanks and photo. I haven’t written, but your poem makes me curious to try one.
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I’d encourage you to try tanka! Here is a link to the blog that got me started: https://colleenchesebro.com/poetry-form-cheatsheet-2/.
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Cold, stillness, solitude and a pathway through the snow. Ah, Liz – a perfect photo to capture the sense of safety within isolation.
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Thank you, Rebecca!
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Beautiful words and image!
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Thank you, Meryl!
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Sweet, Liz. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you, John!
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😁
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Love it Liz…fabulous imagery…xx
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Thank you, Sally!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Valerie!
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Lovely, Liz… ❤
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Thank you, Bette!
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You do seem to have captured a mama bear there – out of her den for a bit of fresh air!
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Thanks, Eilene! “Den” is a good way to describe my parents’ house in Presque Isle. It was very small.
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A very beautiful tribute to your mother, Liz!
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Thank you so much, Peter!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Angela!
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My pleasure. 💜
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Looks like home. 🤗 beautiful.
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Thanks, Stephen! Out of all the places my parents lived, Presque Isle was their favorite.
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A wonderful tribute to your mother, Liz. It surely is a beautiful photo and it shows the strength of your mother. Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you so much, Miriam! I’m glad you appreciated the photo and the poem.
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My pleasure, Liz. Is your mom still around?
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Sadly, no. She died on November 2.
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Sorry to hear that, Liz. Did she live close to you? Did you do a lot of things together? You had fond memories of her!!
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Thank you, Miriam. In 2009, she moved to New Hampshire to be close to me. She lived 25 minutes away, so I could visit her regularly. My husband and I took her on day trips with her until she became too frail.
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So glad you spent many memorable years with your mom, Liz! A few of my friends moved close to their adult children. I think it’s wonderful. I wish to move closer to my only daughter in Oregon, but my husband wants to stay in California, his mom is 89, and five married siblings live around here. We’ll wait for some years to see what happens.
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The older we get, the harder it is to live far away from our family.
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Yeah, this Coronavirus is a tipical example, Liz. I missed being there for my grandfather’s birth.
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I think you mean your granddaughter’s birth? That must have been hard.
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Oh what did I say? It must be a typo. When I used the phone, sometimes the auto type changes my spelling. Yes, my second granddaughter was born on March 22. I cancelled the trip around March 11.
She is seven weeks old, can smile, can look at my two and a half granddaughter, even started lifting up her head on her tummy. I missed all of her early development.
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That must have been very hard. A birth is as special an occasion as there is.
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My immune system is low after the chemo in 2009. My daughter didn’t want me to get sick and triggering the effect on the little ones.
I knew it was good for the kids that I didn’t go. ❤
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My husband doesn’t want to be away from his family. So before the virus, I choose to travel every six weeks to see my granddaughters.
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A powerful poignancy – the poem reflects the photograph so well
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Thank you very much, Derrick.
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Again with your finely honed chisel have you excised beautiful words from a striking photograph!
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Oh, thank you, Ron! I love the woodworking metaphor!!
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You’re welcome!
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How beautiful, Liz. Photographs hold memories close. 💜
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Indeed they do. Thank you for reading and commenting, Jane.
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Lovely Tanka and beautiful pic, Liz. 🙂
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Thank you, Kevin!
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🙂 She had great taste in coats!!
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I love the contrast between the “soaring trees” and “a small lone figure” as well as that between the “cold winter sun” and the heat of a “fearless protector.” Your photo evokes memories of my own experiences in this environment. The sunlight and shadows are exquisite. I’m there!
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Thank you so much, Mary Jo! I’m glad the post evoked some memories of your own.
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You’re always welcome. I can almost hear the snow crunch 🙂
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🙂
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Very evocative.
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Thank you, Luanne.
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Beautifully layered Liz. It’s so full and rich like an heirloom quilt.
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I like that comparison! Thank you, Suzanne.
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You’re so welcome!
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Simple and powerful!
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Thank you, Jo!
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Very poignant Liz.
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Thank you, Andrea.
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Such poignancy in the phrase, “for a time.” How I wish I’d been more intentional soaking up the memories of family when I was young. Thank you for touching my heart, Liz!
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You’re welcome, Nancy. I appreciate your reading and sharing your response with me.
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I had the picture in my mind before even seeing the photo! Well done, Liz!
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Thank you so much, Mark!
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You’re welcome, Liz. 🙂
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Those moms. Keeping us safe. A lovely tanka, Liz. Your poetic voice is blooming.
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Thank you, Diana! I appreciate the kind words.
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I could use a bit of wilderness…
(Lockdown is starting to wear on me… though I a extremely patient)
Stay safe.
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Yes, that frigid air and sun conveys clean, pure air. Lockdown is starting to wear on me as well. There seems to be no end in sight.
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A key date will be around May 20, 15 days after Italy’s exit from lockdown. If there is no upsurge of cases (and deaths) we’re good. Otherwise…
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It’s the ellipsis that does us in.
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Hopefully not. Like always: fingers crossed 🤞 and stay safe. 😷🙏🏻
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Fingers on both hands crossed.
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And feet. 😉
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The contrasts here are stunning–the small, lone figure, amongst the soaring trees–lovely!
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Thank you so much for your comment, Cecelia! This is one of my favorite pictures of my mother for the reasons you state.
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If I could write a tanka, which I can’t, my tribute to my mother would be similar. I have the same type of memories from my childhood years in Alaska and Minnesota. She was so small and so strong, and winter was her playground. So was summer, for that matter. And it was only a few years before she died that I finally realized what an exceptional woman she had been for her time and place.
Thanks for bringing good tears to my eyes, Liz. And I hope my personalization of your work doesn’t sound as if I in any way am trying to appropriate your own memories and immense talent.
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Thank you for sharing your memories of your mother, Ranee. I’m glad my poem prompted them for you. I’ve come to realize and appreciate the role that poetry, and some fiction, can play in enabling readers to experience and reflect on their own memories in new ways. There are poems I’ve read where all I can think is, how could this poet possibly have known what I’ve experienced and been able to articulate it so well when I haven’t been able to?
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Yes, Liz!
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Great tanks and that photo is precious – love the parka
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed the poem and photo. That parka was needed up in Aroostook County, Maine!
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Whew – I bet that parka was needed indeed!!
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Yes, Aroostook County in northern Maine is very cold, and winter lasts a very long time. Thanks for reading and commenting!
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I am from buffalo New York and it is cold – but I have heard Maine and Minnesota are colder
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But I think you get more snow!
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Yes! And this lake effect snow – but Syracuse actually gets more snow than us as well!
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I didn’t know that about Syracuse!
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I only recently learned too 😉
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So do you have any writing projects in the works
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Yes, I’m working on an ebook of poetry inspried by family photographs. Thank you for asking!
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Oh that sounds great! One of my small book projects is to put my flash fiction into a book and talk a little more about what was behind the vignette-
And will you include the photos in the book – might sound obvious –
But curious
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Your project sounds very interesting! Flash is quite tricky to pull off. Yes, I plan to include the photo that inspired each poem.
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🌸📚📚📚
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Such a powerful and touching poem and photo, Liz!
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Thank you, Sarah. I’m glad to know that the poem and photo of my mother touched you.
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Wonderful❤️
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Thank you, Judy!
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You’re welcome, Liz
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lovely Liz!
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Thank you!
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A strong and heartfelt poem. I love how your words flow.
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Thank you so much, Jennie! I’m glad to enjoyed it.
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You’re welcome, Liz!
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Lovely image and words. ‘For a time she stood fearless’
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Thank you. I appreciate your letting me know the line that most resonated with you.
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Pleasure is mine 🌷
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This is beautiful 🌼
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Thank you, Jude. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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My pleasure
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