Clouds fixed in settled explosions of amber and saffron
Clement winds tossing seaweed on the toasted flaxen sand
I’d like to die here, for I’d already be in heaven
Posted in response to the challenge Sijo Poetry.
Eternal Serenity - Sijo Poetry
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M
The paragraphs you send me are long,
certain,
and completely free;
they take flight around my mind like gentle songbirds,
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Those Days
I remember only its ghostly aftermath;
my parents' divorce.
My dad was cast out without anything,
we lived in a rented renovated barn.
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Old Friend
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