the family table
all the stains and scratches
under a fancy cloth;
how can I remove memories
left by this who have gone?
Ash Moon Anthology
Tanka Prose
Nights in White Satin * It’s not just the music, the minor key plaintive sound or the voice, the anguished cry of loneliness and longing,...
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oh, this wind! it sweeps me past my gate then spins me home spring clean-up- in the sweat of hard work a settling peace solid gray sky- fors...
2 comments:
Lovely tanka. So real.
Much♡love
my table goes back 100 years. . .it was my in-laws dining room table. Could tell lots of stories.
Adelaide
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