Lost Keepsakes ~ quadrille

Lost Keepsakes

Do you still keep those memories
we once held dear, now that we have
nothing else to share? The one thing
we could not divide between us
dwindled away for me, once we went
our separate ways, leaving nothing
but faint memories of memories.

This is my response to Quadrille #91 – Keep — the prompt from Kim at dVerse, which is to use the word keep in a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme.

Night Wind ~ gogyohka

Night Wind

The unmistakable voices of the trees
calling out to the hidden moon,
seeking the caress of its light,
the end of their unease.
A midnight susseration.

This, my first gogyohka, is inspired by Merril Smith’s gogyohka, Night Wind.
Please read her original here.

Image: full moon, 22 December 2018
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facing the unknown ~ haiku

This haiku is my response to
Carpe Diem #1773 … A Field of Dried Grass (Basho),
which offers a haiku by Bashō (in blue) as inspiration.
Bashō’s is considered his Jisei no ku, or deathbed poem.

falling sick on a journey
my dream goes wandering
over a field of dried grass
              Bashō (tr. Chèvrefeuille)

facing the unknown
dried grass near the end of life
how long this journey

Image source: unsplash.com / Rodion Kutsaev

Knowing the Truth ~ etheree

Knowing the Truth

Serious, our many differences.
Do we agree to let matters lie,
knowing the truth will bring more pain,
or do we face the challenge
facing us with a strength
that will see us through,
understanding
each other,
as we
must?

This inverted etheree is my response to Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 151 #SynonymsOnly, which offers dig and grave as prompt words.
I have used “know” and “serious” as synonyms.

This also is linked to OLN: Casting a Spell, at dVerse ~ Poets Pub

Last Light

Last Light

A trying day, its outcome pressing closer
with each moment of your restless sleep,
brings me to the river for a brief respite,
the warm summer breeze like a mother’s caress.

The sun will not rise again in a manner unchanged
by this setting, the last of its dazzling light upon the waves
becoming a sheen before being muted forever
in the final moments of its darkness.

I turn to go and return to your side, knowing
that, as I hold your hand through the night,
this sunset will be your last.

The prompt for Tears in rain – using our senses, from Sarah at dVerse, is to write a poem that tells a story or shows a character in the things they’ve sensed.

Image: sunset on the Niagara River
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