first winter light ...
the snake of my desire
for the past
lies coiled around
the base of my spine
an immigrant
living on the winter land
of nostalgia:
the past is my home
although it’s lost
I hear
the siren singing
Home, Sweet Home ...
a part of me
jumps off the cliff
Chinese New Year
on the TV screen ...
I whisper of home
in a voice
now foreign to me
I've expanded the "Old Wound" somonka (a pair of corresponsive tanka) into a 4-tanka sequence, titled "Old Wound."
ReplyDeleteNote: For more info. about somonka, see "To the Lighthouse: Somonka, A Pair of Corresponsive Tanka," http://neverendingstoryhaikutanka.blogspot.ca/2014/07/to-lighthouse-somonka-pair-of.html