spring evenings are cold like the ghostly feeling left after you’ve taken your hand back from my hand. they’re as if a thing gone amiss, a loss that can’t be mapped or measured in its tragedy. the spring skies are as violet as the mark you left on my neck, painful and gratifying at once. as i walk the path towards home, i pick a tattered leaf and place it as a keepsake in my thoughts. i have a few more steps to go.
the spring moon appears —
a worm-eaten leaf still clings
to the old peepal
.
© Anmol Arora
For Season Your Poetry Part II at WRT
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Beautiful.. The melancholy is poignant, painful, beautifully written poetry.
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A lovely write…
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #4: Anmol (HA)’s latest #haibun for #withrealtoads Season Your Poetry part II!
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Your poetry is immensely satisfying ~~~~
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You have captured the feeling so well, walking home alone, missing the loved one, the hand bereft of the other’s hand. I love the bookmarking your thoughts with a leaf. Wonderfully done!
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What is this “spring” that you speak of? 😉
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So full of passion and melancholy. I so lime the leaf holding its place in your memory. Thank you for writing to my prompt so beautifully.
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This lover’s tiff has been described beautifully. The haiku’s sublime. Love it!
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I think this must rate as an absolutely perfect haibun. It’s got everything!
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Nice job with the prose part, elegant and yet homey. The Haiku was fun, I did a double take with the “old peepal .”
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I really like how you set this poem off by the coldness left by another’s absence. That sets the tone well for the rest of the poem, and I like how the haiku is a transition to the moon guiding the lonely narrator homeward. Well done and viva la!
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A beautiful piece
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