Aware of Darkness

Aware of Darkness

Who is to say one’s grief
is greater than that of another?
Never really gone,
all exist in all they touch,
yet some are touched
in ways that cannot be equaled.

Who is to measure a loss,
if not the one whose heart
cannot find a way to fill a space
that already holds something
that can no longer be touched?

One who sees the darkness
that would consume
the light that fills that space.
One who lives with that grief.

These are my thoughts after reading Beware of Darkness, by Kerfe Roig.

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A Truly Cold Moon ~ haibun

A Truly Cold Moon

Having decided not to travel for the holidays, I am on the road in mid-December, nonetheless. Life does not always proceed according to plan, and the loss of a loved one takes precedence. The heart of my brother-in-law has been broken since the death of his wife, my sister, ten years ago, and it finally succumbed to the weight it has carried all these years. There is one less light in this world.

viewed in my travels
moon rises in a dark time
cold night in my heart

This haibun is my response to Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge # 129: Cold Moon.
The Cold Moon also is known as The Moon Before the Yule.

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Moon photo: 11 December 2019

Finding Direction ~ puente

Finding Direction

How I held your counsel dear,
missed now in your absence –
the talks we shared,
the lessons learned.
Long years have passed
since we last spoke,
each trial faced reminding me
of the advice you gave,
each time leading to
that never ending question.

~ Which is the right course to take? ~

No words I might provide
would hold the answer you seek.
It is not mine to give,
but yours to divine.
Look not to my past,
but to your present.
There is hope and despair
in all that you face.
Know the difference,
and all will be revealed.

The prompt for MTB: O Apostrophe! from Amaya at dVerse ~ Poets Pub is to use the poetic apostrophe – not as in possession, but in reference to something absent. When poets direct speech to an abstract concept or a person who is not physically present, they’re writing apostrophe poetry. Historically, poets often began their address to the absent party with the interjection “O.”

The is my first attempt at writing a puente. Its form seems perfect for my purposes, as this poem contains a response to the opening stanza.

The puente has three stanzas with the first and third having an equal number of lines and the middle stanza having only one line which acts as a bridge (puente) between the first and third stanza. The first and third stanzas convey a related but different element or feeling, as though they were two adjacent territories. The number of lines in the first and third stanza is the writer’s choice as is the choice of whether to write it in free verse or rhyme.

The center line is delineated by a tilde (~) and has ‘double duty’. It functions as the ending for the last line of the first stanza AND as the beginning for the first line of the third stanza. It shares ownership with these two lines and consequently bridges the first and third stanzas, essentially resulting in two that overlap.

In the Flicker of a Flame

In the Flicker of a Flame

There is a moment in that flicker of a flame on a dark night.

A brief blue?

The split second when yellow goes to red,
then dances out of the way to leave, what?

Not a void, because there is light as red dances back.

Or is it orange? No, it’s that brief tease
of blue again, and I see your eyes.

I see you stirring the fire, as if you were
never gone, and a warmth passes over me.

It’s in your smile and the nod of your head,
and I realize they’ve always been with me.

The flame dances back, and you are gone,
but not your warmth. I hold that close.

The prompt from Merril, with Poetics: Invisible at dVerse, is to write a poem referencing invisible or invisibility. It could be something seen or unseen, real or imagined
– or, in this case, someone who is missed.

Image source: Navid Saboori on Unsplash

ash of falling leaves

ash of falling leaves.pngash of falling leaves
from steel to bits of nothing
flesh to memories
tragic day, innocents lost
cherished, never forgotten

The prompt from Tuesday Poetics  – “On a Loop” – at dVerse asks us to take a phrase from a poem/post from a September 11th in our past and use it to create a new one. I don’t know that I can do justice to Falling Leaves,
my poem from September 11, 2015,
but this tanka (call it free-form, if you’d like)
is my attempt to distill the essence of it.