Publicized in Tanka Society of America: Mariko Kitakubo

Mariko Kitakubo Profile

Mariko Kitakubo

Born in Tokyo.
Living in Mitaka-city, Tokyo
Japan Writers' Association,
Japan PEN Club,
Association of Contemporary Tanka Poets,
Japan Tanka Poets' Society,
Tanka Online Project,
Tanka Society of America.

Contemprary Tanka Poet Mariko Kitakubo. Tanka Society of America.

My Tanka publicized in Tanka Society of America.

Tanka Cafe --Theme; Autumn Locales

who is
counting fireflies
by the Nile?
after the dream
of civilization

Selected Tanka

the last days
of mankind
in noon-day shadows--
the Milky Way still shines

Selected Tanka

a year later
little by little
he starts
to talk about the tsunami,
sunset to the debris

Member's choice tanka

high tide--
I felt
the desire in my heart
to be your lady again

Tanka Cafe; Theme"Changing Your Mind"

high tide--
I felt
the desire in my heart
to be your lady again

Selected Tanka

weeping bitterly
at the cemetery--
a cat basks
in the winter sun,
my only comfort

Tanka Cafe -- Theme; Illusion

are drips
of happiness
joined together
by silver fingers
behind the galaxy?

Selected Tanka

the warmth
of my father drifted away
never to return
like smoke
from an incense stick

the door
is still closed--
I, a deserted child
in the darkness

of early summer--
my motherland
will be a coffin
of the wind

Tanka Cafe: Theme: Solitude and Loneliness

as farewell
the first snowfall--
may be
my dead parents watch me
from the top of the mountain

Selected Tanka

the wind
off the Colorado River
unties my hair--
I'd like to die
a tourist

Selected Tanka

between the dates
of Hiroshima & Nagasaki
my sweat seeps
into the small puncture hole
where they drew my blood

oh yes,
they are still crying--
Parl Harbour
inside of Linda
Okinawa inside of me

Tanka Cafe Theme:Thing That Revolve

maple seeds
are fluttering and
children are gone
to the civil war again

Selected Tanka

are following me
they bring darkness
from the cliff
at Okinawa

Tanka Cafe Theme:Vegetables

in a corner of the kitchen
I'd like to sprout--
in order to escape
from the potato masher

Selected Tanka

a melody
of the Galaxy--
I listen
for memories that left
with a shooting star

what might gad
be trying to tell us--
in the laboratory
internal organs infected

like a sky
studded all over
with opals,
he died
at the age of forty-two