Friday, February 13, 2015

A Room of My Own: Valentine's Eve, Friday the 13th

To me, love itself is but a memory. A heartbroken man is not just someone who has lost his love; he is someone who can't find another, who no longer knows what real love means. A heartbroken man re-invents love with what's left of it each time.

after sending her
one poem after another
I imagine a key
and a glass shelf
in her medicine cabinet

1 comment:

  1. Below is my award-winning tanka, which could be read as a counter-poem to the tanka above:

    her toothbrush
    in my medicine chest
    declares residency…
    gazing at the mirror
    a face hard to recognize

    Tanka Third Place, 2011 San Francisco International Competition Haiku, Senryu, Tanka, and Rengay

    Commentary by Tanka Judge, Roberta Beary

    The apparently effortless humor of the poet adds lightness to this tanka and makes it stand out from other submissions. But there is something more: a conflict present in the last two lines. This tanka led me toward another reading of Salad Anniversary by Machi Tawara. For this I thank the poet.