Nostalgic (tanka)

Castles and lockets:
the makings of childhood dreams –
I wander pastures
of blue-tainted memories,
see patterns on regret’s wings.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @ Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

18 thoughts on “Nostalgic (tanka)”

  1. I love it when I read a poem a second time and can go deeper, a third time and go deeper still. This tanka did that for me. The last line is beautiful. Your image is perfect for this layered poem.

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  2. Oh yes, the regrets. I’m feeling them too. I’ve come to the conclusion, VJ, that no matter what paths we choose, there will always be some of that. Every choice we make comes at some cost. I guess the trick is to acknowledge the cost, but to focus on the positive aspects of what we learned along the way. I love your poetry.

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