Burned Out

This tanka was inspired by the #5prompt on Twitter, a prompt for five line poems issued by @sillionshine. This week’s word was “cast.”

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she cast him aside

a callous flirtation gone stale

a short-lived firefly

burned out, only dark remains

love gone, he shines no more


The transportation authority has been building a new commuter station (and demolishing the existing structure) within earshot of my house…for almost a year now! I’m sure everyone will appreciate the tiny new station, but the annoyance-to-project-size ratio is seriously out of whack.  It is taking as long, and making as much noise, as a major highrise construction project. Reminds me of other monster (monstrous?) projects, like the demolition of the Sun Times building below, perpetrated by the lovable Mr. Trump.

Sometimes an “urban renewal” project can overwhelm the environs and disturb the native flora and fauna. In the case of our little train station, I am an unhappy representative of that fauna, and “disturbed” describes me pretty well :-O

March 2005 011


the crunch of demolition

breaking down structure

energize urban landscape

without empathy

light and dark

This tanka was written in response to last week’s #5poem prompt provided by @TinaNguyen, but I hope it is also appropriate for today, September 11th, in acknowledgement of those struggling from the momentous events of that horrendous day. Let’s pray for the victims and their families, for the survivors, for the brave first responders, for those still suffering and for all who came together with gestures of help and expressions of love.

A poem to raise awareness

May is International 5 Line Poetry Month.  I offer this tanka to friends, family and followers. It is a small thought on the condition of Haitian restaveks, child slaves who are given or sold into domestic servitude. May 2012 International 5 Line Poetry Month

can’t hear the children
enslaved and abused, taken
from their families
given, sold as restavek
childhood ruined, conscripted

In the small country of just 9.8 million people, including 3.4 million children, approximately 300,000 children are estimated to live in restavek. The kreyol word “restavek” is derived from the French “reste avec,” which translates literally to “rest with.”  However, these vulnerable children don’t get much rest.

Haitian children of poor families are often given or sold to families of greater means, often in the hope that the child will have access to education which is unavailable at home. Unfortunately, in most cases, the restavek child is not allowed to attend school, and is too busy with his or her domestic work from dawn well past dusk. With no indoor plumbing, restavek children are often used to carry huge clay jugs of water from a community well and remove/empty the family’s chamber pots.  They do laundry, help with cooking of food they are not allowed to eat and, in the most ironic insult, carry the books of the “real” children of the house as those children walk to and from a school that restaveks cannot attend. Restavek children, especially girls, may be sexually abused and may be kicked out and living on the street when they reach the age at which wage laws apply (fifteen). Without education, they are at risk of further unemployment and abuse.

The Restavek Freedom Foundation is working to end child slavery in Haiti by raising awareness, working with clergy and lobbying the government.  In the meantime, they are helping restavek children by providing advocacy, counseling and transitional residence. To help those currently living in restavek, they approach  “host” families to advocate for education of the restavek child. Universal education is not required or guaranteed by Haitian law, so even elementary school costs money.

You might want to visit their website and even sponsor a child’s education http://restavekfreedom.org