Shoulder to shoulder
we contemplate clouds, hunt for
silver, my brother
lost, then found, ponders what ifs –
clouds become threads, unite us.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Photo mine)
Shoulder to shoulder
we contemplate clouds, hunt for
silver, my brother
lost, then found, ponders what ifs –
clouds become threads, unite us.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Photo mine)
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Very re-readable. Enjoyed this a lot.
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Thanks Benjamin!
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Welcome!
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“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
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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”.
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Moving and mind-stirring, VJ. A lovely piece.
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Thanks Eugi!
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Most welcome!
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A thought provoking and gentle piece of writing. I found it quite moving too.
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Thanks so much. Appreciate your comments.
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I love this tanka, the whole story of a relationship in five short lines. Brava!
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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Absolutely love this– “my brother
lost, then found,” so many ways to interpret that line, so poignant.
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Thanks Annette.
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I love looking up at the clouds and daydreaming.
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They are so mesmerizing.
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I really like this. It has a dreamy quality to it. Makes you want to stop and ponder.
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Thanks Heather. Just the state I wanted to capture.
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You’re welcome.
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