Telephone Tanka

I am a gossip.
For I am the telephone.
I narrate stories,
Tales of the day. Need me?
I am just one call away.

In response to dVerse’s I Am prompt found here

Tanka on the Shelf

A teddy bear’s view,
From the shelf above the bed,
Is of dusty frames,
And other idle trinkets.
Undisturbed, estranged, and still.

In response to dVerse’s Imaging Prompt found here

A Two-Tanka Treasure

At the lost and found,
Unnamed, unclaimed, unworthy.
Jewels all around.
Once loved perhaps, once cherished,
But now a forgotten gem.

A patchwork teddy,
Not mine- but I see stories.
Stitched and stuffed again.
The tattier the treasure,
The more loved is the relic.

Shared with dVerse for Open Link Night #270 found here