29 Wednesday Apr 2015
Posted in Childhood, Family, Friendship, Love, Meditation, Muse
Where there is Poverty, Poetry and ... Death, you'll find the Truth
Poetry and Stories by Zach Jackson
Word-Experimentalist
Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
Garden Design, Gardening and Interior Decorating information, how-to, and ideas
The Good Things Black People Do, Give and Receive All Over The World
Public Health Matters
Just another WordPress.com weblog
Mary Tang 鄧許文蘭
Independent audiovideo artist
whispers & screams & in betweens
Musings On Life and Other Minutiae
thoughts from my mind to yours
A fine WordPress.com site
Documenting the little truths that make every day worth being enthusiastic about.
I’ll admit that I don’t understand all I know about this one! But that’s not important. What IS important is that it makes me FEEL again…alive, vital, and young! And that’s a tall order for one short poem! 🙂
Ron
LikeLike
Thank you! Those are very encouraging words.
Sent from my iPhone
>
LikeLike
Love how those two self-contained stanzas work together. That second one, esp. has so much movement. There’s such richness, too, in placing the angel as the transient flier and subtle questioner…
I think I won’t try tanka after all. You got this. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for this encouragement. These stanzas came pretty quickly — it always helps to have an inspiration, as rare as that is. 🙂
LikeLike