Friday, May 13, 2011

I'm posting a poem written by a poet who was in my poetry workshop. Hope you enjoy it and hope you'll also comment on Louis's poem. Thanks, M-L

a tanka sequence

by Louis Ofosky

*****

early morning

stillness, a mirror of loss –

neither awake

nor asleep, I was wrapped
in rhythmic vapors

*****

disappointing –

frayed strands dangle
from our hearts,
the only thing that can be
lost… is illusion

*****

cleaning house

before you left, before you fled

tilting quiet

breath marks, this dark

water embrace

*****

to warm hands
on poetic notes

a shift settles
on my lip, a chilled tear
from all those miles away

*****

tears drown

this plume, yet sightless
in air
a circle of sadness
says good-bye, hugging you

*****

who knows here
long enough ? leaving
this way, that way –

my eye next to where
the water moved your home

*****

passing

beyond the maze

and clouds,

will rising tides

be all we lament ?


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