Tanka: Seeds of Love

a black whippet walking on the sunny side of a forest trail
a whippet in a winter jacket on a forest trail walking towards a tall man's shadow

fallen trees –
a deeper soul can see
angels in shadows
scatter seeds of love
for healing and renewal

© Xenia Tran

close up of a recently cut tree stump in a winter forest

We are deeply honoured and delighted that an earlier tanka I wrote for Tanka Thursday, Soft and Forgiving, has been included in Self-Portrait, Tanka Society of America 2021 Members’ Anthology. A warm-hearted thank you to Michael H Lester for selecting my poem and putting this beautiful edition together and to Eve Castle, for providing the initial inspiration for the poem with her lovely prompt.

book cover of Self-Portrait, TSA 2021 Anthology

Wishing you all a blessed Thursday and a peaceful rest of the week,

with love from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx

Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.

Tanka Thursday: Angel

Word of the Day Challenge: Magnifying

Author: whippetwisdom

The stories, poems and photographs on this blog are the original creative work of Xenia Tran. Inspired by life in the Scottish Highlands and in awe of nature she gives voice to the wisdom of her two adopted whippets Eivor and Pearl.

26 thoughts on “Tanka: Seeds of Love”

  7. Ah Yes Dear Xenia
    Hope in Every Fallen
    Tree And Leaf
    to Rise Again
    So Green
    Coloring Our
    World With Love
    of FLoWeRS iNHaLinG Peace
    Exhaling LoVE iN JoY oF LiGHT
    Giving Sharing Caring Healing For
    All With
    Least Harm
    Currently A Theme
    Song for a New “SoNG
    oF mY SoUL” True Now too
    For i Do Remember Hurricane
    Ivan Spreading Winds of 120 MPH
    Nature’s Power 20 Hours Here in 2004
    Ripping The Clothes of Nature’s Love
    Off As Branches of Our Beloved Huge
    Oak Tree Keeping me Grounded Then in
    So Many
    Years
    of
    Unrelenting
    Stress Yes 11 Indeed
    Through Fight or Flight
    Through Those Last 2 Years
    Only to Be Followed by 66 Months
    of Living HeLL ON EartH For A 17 Year-Locust
    SHeLL OveRall Ride From Purgatory Through HeLL
    For ReaL ON EartH
    Yet The Oak Tree
    My FRiEnD
    Through
    2004 as i continued
    to Languish as A Living
    Tree too Slowly Losing my
    Leaves Leaving Green to Lost Spring
    All That Was Left of that Tree Was Dinosaur
    Bones After Ivan So The ‘Tree Funeral People’
    Removed It Leaving only a Stump Increasingly
    What Was Other Wise Left of my SoUL too
    So A Small Twig Grew from the Stump
    Katrina Wanted it Cleaned Away
    Yet i Insisted to Let it go
    Green And Sure
    Enough
    A Wider
    More Diverse
    Tree Births from
    What Was Once Dead
    Now Living Again And so

    do i

    And So i Am True too…
    After Hurricane Comes
    A Rainbow Dead Seeds Bring Spring…
    Happy Weekend Dear Xenia Storms Free…
    Where Spring Still Turns Green on Soils Not Red…

    And
    Left
    Behind Love…
    Love Still Breathes…:)

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words dear Fred 💚 Nature’s restorative powers are truly amazing. It’s so beautiful your beloved oak tree is producing new shoots again and the Song of your Soul is creating new energy too 🌿 Thank you for stopping by and we wish you and Katrina a wonderful weekend too 🤗💜🌞

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  8. Congratulations on another tanka published! I’m always excited to hear about this sort of thing, and you’re so deserving of this honor. 🙂 The tanka posted here is beautiful. When I saw the photos–even before I read the verse–I was drawn to the dominant shadows that resembled standing figures. I love your lines about “a deeper soul can see / angels in shadows…” Such thoughtful words… All in all, another wonderful post, Xenia. Please tell Eivor and Pearl hello for me! 🙂

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words dear Mike and Eivor and Pearl say thank you too! 😊 The photograph with the tall shadows was one of those lovely unexpected moments when Eivor walked onto the sunny side and the poem grew from there. Wishing you a blessed weekend ahead and much love back from all of us here 🐾💛🐾

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