snow melt
how soon our seasons feed
the bubbling stream
I still see you bending down
to drink its water
© Xenia Tran
Ribbons, Winter 2020: Volume 16, Number 1
Member’s Choice Tanka, Honourable Mention, Ribbons, Spring/Summer 2021: Volume 16, Number 2
Seamus, a sweet lurcher whom we adopted many years ago who lived to the ripe age of thirteen, would always stop here for a drink from the stream. Ever since his passing, we find ourselves pausing at the very same spot on our walks, as if we are still waiting for him to have a drink. One of those moments inspired the above poem, which was first published in the Winter 2020 edition of Ribbons.
The poem was subsequently selected by Susan Constable as a Member’s Choice Tanka with an Honourable Mention and published in the Spring/Summer 2020 edition of Ribbons. This was her commentary and interpretation of the poem:
Xenia’s tanka adheres to a more traditional tanka form, with its s/l/s/l/l lines (both visual and aural), and its use of vivid images. I appreciate the assonance (the rhyme of vowel sounds, not necessarily the repetition of a particular letter) which appears in the words seasons/feed/stream, the alliteration of B’s in bubbling/bending, and the numerous T’s throughout the tanka. There’s also a lovely rhythm to the lines which are written with an almost-perfect iambic metre. All these pleasing sounds echo and enrich the arresting imagery.
This tanka provides some comfortable dreaming room, so my interpretations may not match those of other readers or, in fact, those of the poet. However, I sense the all-too-fast passing of time as winter melts into spring, and the poet and/or narrator grows older. I also feel the loss of a loved one who once bent to drink from this stream and, metaphorically, from Life itself.
Thank you Susan for selecting this poem as one of your honourable mention poems and for your thoughtful interpretation.
Wishing you all a happy Thursday and a peaceful rest of the week,
with love from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx
Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.
CFFC: Earth
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Word of the Day Challenge: Lyrical
Xenia, what gorgeous photo of Eivor and Pearl on this great planet we occupy. 😀
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Thank you so much for your kind words dear Cee and for hosting this lovely challenge! 🐾💛🐾
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I love this! Even after our dogs leave us, there are locations that bring back happy memories
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Thank you so much for your kind words dear Kathleen, there are so many places that bring back a smile and wonderful memories 🐾💛🐾
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Congrats, Xenia, it’s definitely a touching and heartfelt piece. ❤
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Thank you so much for your kind words dear Eliza 💜 xxx
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Gorgeous photos and precious memories. Your poem is a beautiful tribute to Seamus. ❤
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Thank you so much for your kind words dear E.C. 💖 xxx
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Thanks for this heartwarming and touching post. The photographs are so beautiful!
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Thank you so much for your kind words dear Herman, please give sweet Jimi a gentle pat from us all 🤗💕🐈
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Consider it done! 🙂
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Very touching! Congratulations. We, too, had a dog named Seamus who lived until he was 13. How we love our dog buddies!
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Aww thank you so much for your kind words dear Laurie, what a wonderful long time you shared with your Seamus too. We love our dog buddies very much and are so grateful for all the walks and memories 🐾💖🐾 xxx
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Beautiful tanka and lovely memories 💕🐕 xxx
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Thank you so much for your kind words dear Cathy, those memories often walk with us here 💜 Wishing you a peaceful rest of the week and please give sweet Flynn a gentle pat from us all 🤗💕🐕 xxx
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Thank you, Xenia 🤗 A peaceful rest of the week to you too and gentle hugs for Eivor and Pearl 💕🐕💕xxx
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Thank you Cathy and Eivor and Pearl say thank you for the hugs too 💕🐕💕 xxx
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I love the portraits and a special spot to have a memory where a drink was taken. Their morning. Thanks for joining in Xenia 🙂 🙂
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Thank you so much for your kind words dear Brian, Seamus always guided Eivor and Pearl to the best places 🐾💛🐾
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How nice to know that your Tanka was recognized ! It is a lovely one and I am sure the spirit of the Lurcher is still there and sees all of you when you pause.
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Thank you so much for your kind words dear Anne, we can all feel his presence when we pause in his favourite places 🐾💛🐾 xxx
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Fantastic pictures and captions, Xenia. A great Tanka. Thanks for this wonderful post.
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Thank you so much for your kind words dear Kamal and a blessed weekend ahead to you too 🤗💗🙏 xxx
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You are always welcome dear Xenia. Love and light 💝💝💝
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🤗💝💝🙏 xxx
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Such a touching, contemplative tanka with some profound symbolism. Your background on the poem with regards to Seamus brought back many wonderful memories of my days on the farm, taking long walks with various farm dogs who always had to stop and splash about in every pond we came upon, and how much fun they had sitting in the water on those hot summer days. A walk without a dog simply isn’t a memorable walk. I’m so glad you have Eivor and Pearl to accompany you on your walks. The photos included here are timeless in their beauty. Just gorgeous. You most certainly deserve the honor of having this tanka published. And may Seamus rest in peace. 🙂
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Aww thank you so much for your kind words dear Mike and for walking along with us here 😊 It is lovely to hear this brings back such vivid memories of your days on the farm and your walks with the fun-loving farm dogs. It’s a gift to carry these memories with us and we treasure the time, which often feels so short, that we share with our amazing animal companions 🐾💛🐾
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I’ve got a poem on my blog about one of my old farm dog friends and the walks we’d take. “For Harley” is about Harley, a deaf beagle, and we had that special bond (my being deaf as well). He didn’t really seem to mind his deafness, or if he did, he never showed it. He just loved chasing rabbits through the evening sagebrush, the white tip of his tail flashing among the cheatgrass and rabbit brush. Dogs bring so much joy, and they stay for far too short a time. I miss all the old farm dogs of my youth. Good memories, indeed. 🙂
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Thank you dear Mike, I just found your wonderful poem For Harley on your blog ✍ The poem brings him to life and what a special friend he was. Thank you so much for sharing! 🤗💜🐕
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Beautiful tanka. Congratulations Xenia.
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Thank you so much for your kind words dear Madhuri 💛
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Lovely. I’ve been working on a piece (short story, maybe?) tentatively titled Ghost Dog, about the imprint a dog leaves after they are gone.
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Thank you so much for your kind words dear Diane, that sounds like a wonderful story to write and share 🐾💛🐾
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Snow Gifting
Streams Melting
Water Brings Dog Drinks…:)
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Thank you kindly dear Fred, that’s beautiful 🐾💙🐾
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✍️🪄🌞☺️🙌
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