I see your fair face
peeping from yellowed pages
of the drawing book
you once treasured so much- to
draw blue mountains in summer
winter mountains call
we scale through autumnal peaks
not sure we’ll make it
let us feel the warmth of love
once again – before we leave
my unstable hands
flick through fading memories
await your return,
paint joy with tired crayons.
It’s Christmas again, my son!
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #3: Reena’s latest #tanka sequence for my current #haikai challenge!
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I liked the motherliness of this – one could almost say that the mother is the earth, and the son all of humanity! This is really cool.
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That is a wonderful analogy! Thanks for adding value to the piece. I would then see mountains as the final destination – capping of the journey.
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I really like your haiku and your extended poem. Well done.
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Thank you so much, Dwight!
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