“A Tanka Trio (9)

(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley


Old stones squander heat
In the fire pit at night
After flames have died
Wrapped in fading embers’ arms
Love succumbs to apathy



I pick up the eggs
Fallen from a sparrow’s nest
Observing the cracks
There is silence as the earth
Contemplates what might have been



In the summer lea
Fluted vessels spill their mead
Amid buzzing drones
Yellowjackets drink their fill
Humming raucous tavern tunes

8 thoughts on ““A Tanka Trio (9)

    1. I have indeed. Growing up on a farm of about 180 acres, there were lots of trees and lots of exploring to do in my youth. Several times I found bird eggs lying cracked on the ground. My mom had told me (incorrectly, by the way) that putting fallen eggs back into a bird’s nest would cause the parents to reject the eggs and they’d push them back out of the nest But the eggs were cracked from the fall anyway and there was nothing anyone could do about it. I distinctly recall finding robin’s eggs a couple of times. Also, as a very young lad (three or so) living in California, I remember we had these brick columns by our front door and they were covered with some sort of ivy, with bird nests in them. We’d often find bird eggs and even young hatchlings that had fallen from the nests (dead). It was difficult to see this sort of thing as a little kid, and even later on the farm in Utah it was hard seeing this happen, wondering how the eggs fell, looking at those bright blue or mottled shells lying broken in the dirt. So, yep, true story.

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    1. Thanks so much for your nice comment. I’m glad you liked these. I have to say I’ve been enjoying your blog as well. Your poetry is gorgeous and deep. Thanks again for reading and commenting–it means a lot to me. 🙂

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