A Tanka and Other Poetry by Bruce Dale Wise The Society June 26, 2015 Beauty, Humor, Music, Poetry 2 Comments Tanka By Ue “Bird Claws” Ee In dim morning light, attracting mates, warning males, dawn’s choir’s singing— liquid-silver jingling— nature’s alarm clock…ringing. On a Piece of Johannes Brahms By Ewald E. Eisbruc Hungarian Dance Number 5 in F# Minor was not a traditional folksong, but based on the csárdás, of Béla Kéler, popular with the Romani bands of Hungary and those of many nearby Slavic lands. The dance begins with broad and sweeping musical gestures— Romantic’lly—and then takes sev’ral running, tripping tours. It’s grandiose, spectacular—but fun, ridiculous— like life, one moment poignant, and the next felicitous. It’s always making fun both of itself and everyone; another brilliant sonic-tapestry beneath the sun. Discovering Cervantes’ Bones By El Cid E. W. Rubesa Forensic scientists have found Miguel Cervantes’ bones at Madrid’s Convent of the Barefoot Trinitarians. Interred in 1616, in the week that Shakespeare died; one coffin in the crypt had MC hammered on one side. Now there are plans to reinter Cervantes’ bones again for the 400th annivers’ry of his death back then. But it’s the bones of Don Quixote readers should look to; the sentences he wrote alive that should be put on view. For Jesus’ sake, forbear to dig the dust enclosing him; for he who spares his bones is blessed, but cursed he who moves them. Haiku By Ue “Bird Claws” Ee Small, but fierce—piercing— the trill from a bird’s beak—held… in place—by bird claws. Bruce Dale Wise is a poet living in Washington State. He often writes under anagrammatic pseudonyms. Featured Image: “Mount Fuji in the Morning” by Utagawa Hiroshige. Related Post ‘Joy Comes’ and Other Poetry by Rachel Holbrook Joy Comes Softly silent; kindly kept, ___the haunted hours crept. Moonlit minutes—marked and mute, ___the lonely doubt takes root. The tendrils t... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 2 Responses Shari Jo LeKane-Yentumi June 26, 2015 I love the anagrammatic pseudonyms for each poem. And I love the adherence to the 5-7-5 syllabic count for the haiku and tanka. This poetry s absolutely lovely. Anyone who knows anything about Cervantes would be proud and understand the inevitable curse to move the bones, especially El Cid. Reply "Lice Brews" Ueda February 16, 2017 I enjoy the haiku. here are some others. Vibrant pink fireweed adorns the eye of August. One wink, and it’s gone. The orange fritter flits from flower to flower always aflutter. From out of the blue, the white cabbage butterfly suddenly appears. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.