Photo by Edgar Barany
heartsick . . .
the foxgloves of my childhood
out of reach
Kirsten Cliff
Nokhur graveyard - photo by Carpetblogger
country graveyard—
sheep-like stones
herded by farmhouse shadows
Angele Ellis
Photo by zilverbat
Visiting the graves
the old dog
leads the way
Issa
translated by Robert Hass
best,
Don
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6 comments:
All 3 of these pack a whallop.
Love the flower pic. The graveyard is intense.
Liked all of these very much. And the photos. Kirsten's echoed my feelings about my parents home, long sold, and dear to me. Thanks, poets.
Mary
Bart ... thanks, this really did come together well ... interestingly, I do them chronologically, so it's a bit like tapping into something other -
Of course, I use the Issa poem as a sort of bridge ...
Charles, yes, indeed, about the graveyard.
Cheers, Mary, praise to the poets!
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