so much of life
grows clearer with the years —
her parting words
yet grit like sand in my mouth
whenever I repeat them
Added:
newly divorced
I stare at a blue moon
through the skylight—
still her side of our bed
holds the hollow shape
Added:
an alley stray
howling at the blue moon
nostalgia
like a drunken shadow
that dogs my immigrant past
Added:
blue moon rippling …
on the Pacific shore
I wonder:
the life I left behind,
the life I struggle with
Added:
words fall short
of what the heart can tell —
yet on my tongue
that first hidden love's name
leaps into the spring air
It is good to read you here. I will try to come back!
ReplyDeleteThe "newly divorced" tanka above is my favorite, with it's telling detail of the hollow on the bed.
I am beginning to deepen my poetic practice again, after several years of writing online more for relaxation, and this makes me think of everything I learned from you.
We miss you on Bluesky. If you ever want to drop by, you will be welcomed . . . for example: https://bsky.app/profile/evecastle.bsky.social/post/3miysycdpr227