Blithe Spirit Voume 28, Number 1

A Hundred Gourds 4:2

Peace Lily

too late                                               /shloka

to start over . . .

 

even the stems                                  /christine

of my peace lily

have turned brittle

***

this baggage                                     /shloka

i no longer wish

to carry . . .

the last downpour                             /christine

from torrential rains

***

colourless                                         /shloka

i skim through life

like a ripple . . .

could I have loved                            /christine

you differently

***

whisking                                           /shloka

my heart to a standstill . . .

after all these years                         /christine

the well has drawn

empty

***

the echo                                           /shloka

of a faraway bird

reaches me . . .

someday I'll find it                            /christine

in my heart to forgive

 

 

*On the A Hundred Gourds website, the word "differently" on the 15th line was unintentionally omitted. A simple typo that has not been corrected. Here's the link.

 

Tanka Poets on Site (February 4 prompt)

a shaft of sunlight
slants in through
an open window . . .
my heart starts learning
to forgive



prompt: eye on the ball
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