Three tanka

A tiny spider
has spun its web across
the lens of my camera.
I check the memory stick
for pictures of flies.

*

Slender bodies,
legs impossibly long,
translucent wings:
stranger than any daydream,
the crane flies float through the trees.

*

On the damp woods trail
my boots scarcely make a sound.
Squirrels keep throwing fits —
as startled as me, this July morning,
by the apparition of my breath.

Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with 100 trillion of his closest microbial friends — a close-knit, symbiotic community comprising several thousand species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa. In a similarly collaborative fashion, all of Dave’s writing is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License. For attribution in printed material, his name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact him for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).

14 Replies to “Three tanka”

  1. First, LOL;
    Second, planar like a painting;
    Third, explosive with contrast and surprise,
    the favorite; the space from ground to tree top crisscrossed with sound and gas; two points of view. “Apparition” is great, a slide between “appear” and a plosive exhalation, a cloud puffed with puh sounds.

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