On the hydrangeas

the weight of the morning sun

the evening sun


---Otsuyu


Showing posts with label Vic Gendrano. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vic Gendrano. Show all posts
freeway drizzle
he helps his only daughter
move out

The Herons's Nest
Vol. XII, No. 3, September 2010
bomb-ravaged field
sixty-five years later
a monument to peace
becoming another
stop for tourists

Notes From the Gean
Vol. 2, Issue 2, September 2010
I chase
the remnants
of my broken dream
chilling the night
of your absence

In Sixty sunflowers:
Tanka Society of America Members’
2007 Anthology
Before the end of this month, I reluctantly decided to upload my haiga about Hiroshima and Nagasaki which were the recipients of atomic bombs killing hundreds of thousands people, mostly civilians on August 6 and 9, 1945.

almost dawn
an empty bottle
near the phone

The Heron’s Nest
Vol. VIII, No. 4, December 2006
hospice visit
for the third time
she asks the name
of her daughter
holding her hand

Sketchbook, Vol. 5, No. 2
March/April 2010
the roses bloom
side by side with weeds
her long long absence

Sketchbook, Vol. 4, Issue 2
March/April 2009
sidewalk frenzy
the homeless boys fight
for a tossed quarter

World Haiku Review
Vol. 8, Issue 1, Jan. 2010
prayer garden
the answered ones
are blooming

For the story behind this, go my haikuharvest blog
lovers' cliff
a torn scarf totters
near the water's edge

Notes from the Gean
Vol. 2, Issue 1, June 2010
strains of ukulele
fill the sultry night
she fingers the dried lei
and hugs the memories
he left behind

Modern English Tanka
Vol. 2, No. 3, Spring 2008
the frail woman
in a wheelchair enjoys
her cigarette

Sketchbook Vol. 3, No. 10
October 2008
watching wildflowers
with their wayward daughter
still hard to fathom
why her mom
left them
barbecue scent mingles
with children’s laughter
inside their fence
outside, two homeless kids
share a burnt burger

Modern English Tanka
Vol. 3, No. 3, Spring 2009
late for work
she calls sick
soccer mom

World Haiku Review
Vol. 5, Issue 2, Jan. 2007
silent and deep
it overflows
Father's love


Check also this link to my poem
on my Dad's passing:

ODE TO MY FATHER