Friday, April 4, 2014

A Room of My Own: A Tanka Set for an April Fool

in the dream
my home shore eroded
by time's waves ...
what's left of myself
unrecognizable

she says,
the spring morning air
is throbbing
with promise . . .
of what? I murmur
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  1. Karen O'LearyApril 4, 2014 at 8:52 PM

    Wonderful poem Chen-ou! The more I read of your writing the more impressed I am with your talent. Best wishes with all your writing endeavors.

    Blessings,
    Karen

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    1. Chen-ou Liu, 劉鎮歐April 5, 2014 at 8:24 AM

      Hi! Karen:

      Thanks for your kind words and warm wishes.

      Chen-ou

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