this poet
reminds me of my brother
the line of his jaw ...
as he speaks words
that make my eyes shine
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reminds me of my brother
the line of his jaw ...
as he speaks words
that make my eyes shine
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he talks freely
of the pain
he is feeling ...
all I can see
is the clarity of his eyes
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mature faces
at the poetry reading
on Friday night ...
teenagers skateboard
on the pavement outside
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Anne Curran is a Hamiltonian
and New Zealander. She writes in awe and
admiration of all those Japanese verse poets and editors who have encouraged
her on this journey.
Dear Anne,
ReplyDeleteWelcome to Whispers'. Your tanka poems are compelling. Thank you for them. Love the way they sweep me into your world.
Your skateboarding teenagers are a wonderful counterpoint to the atmosphere in most poetry readings. A surprising imaginative leap, Anne.
ReplyDeleteKia Ora Anne beautiful Tanka from one Kiwi to another
ReplyDeleteLovely collection, I really liked the last one!
ReplyDeleteLively tanka collection. I especially liked the teenagers outside the serious faces inside at the poetry reading.
ReplyDeleteA lovely read; its all in the eyes. Thank you for sharing, Ralph.
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