“What’s in this box?” “Good question. To be honest every time I look at the contents, I just…” “… glaze over?” “Exactly.” Turns out there were pens and lightbulbs and notepads, and something Ric’s been looking for. Likely the contents of a junk drawer – you know, the stuff you put out of sight because […]
It was a neighbour girl that started it. We played together one day – a rare occurrence, as she seldom came outside. “How do you know you’re not adopted?” she hissed at me, as if to say: You don’t know everything. I started to answer, but then, the words got stuck. How did I know? […]
The best part of our new home is the abundance of birds, from the young cardinal whose family nests in the bushes behind, to this unexpected visitor outside my window. To watch the birds is mesmerizing. This fierce hunter also makes an appearance daily: Naturally, there are many more species, but I’ll save those for […]
I really like this. It has a dreamy quality to it. Makes you want to stop and ponder.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Heather. Just the state I wanted to capture.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love looking up at the clouds and daydreaming.
LikeLiked by 1 person
They are so mesmerizing.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Absolutely love this– “my brother
lost, then found,” so many ways to interpret that line, so poignant.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks Annette.
LikeLike
I love this tanka, the whole story of a relationship in five short lines. Brava!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks Liz.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome, V.J.
LikeLike
A thought provoking and gentle piece of writing. I found it quite moving too.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks so much. Appreciate your comments.
LikeLike
Moving and mind-stirring, VJ. A lovely piece.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks Eugi!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Most welcome!
LikeLike
“ponders what ifs” … like never before! (I love the full abandon of your poetry and photography VJ. It helps me find the ‘third eye’ inside me) xo
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Andrea. I’ve shared before that my brother(s) and I were separated for years as his father kidnapped and relocated them. He found us again in his teen years, but it is only now in our senior years that we talk about what happened and ponder those “what ifs”.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Very re-readable. Enjoyed this a lot.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Benjamin!
LikeLike
Welcome!
LikeLike