EMPTINESS IN THE SKY
Evening lull but an
emptiness in the sky to
bring throes of longings
where you were but now
shadows of apparitions
dancing in the void
sudden and mysterious
you left unannounced
Sherry: I can feel that emptiness, when someone has departed unexpectedly.
Sherry: Old photos are certainly full of nostalgia. Sigh. Thank you for sharing, Hank.
Frank recently wrote about a departure in a poem that truly touched my heart. Let's take a look.
Looking back on the poem, I can see their point. I was struck by how sorrowful the tone was, and the stark imagery in the haiku clearly did not portray the light-hearted humor I intended! It's as though the poem took on a life of its own and presented the mournful journey of a widower seeking-in-vain to escape his sorrow over his lost love.
From a craft standpoint, I find sonnets a challenge, so I'm delighted that it worked well in conjunction with the haiku. I enjoyed writing it, and I'm happy it was so well received.
The following poem by Lee San will close this feature with a note of hope for the times we live in, when it seems values we believed were steadfast are shaking in unfriendly winds.
"Can we not raise our hands in anger?
beat our swords into ploughshares instead?"
raises her hands and releases the white petrel
where it circles the storm clouds
and the golden flame in her hand
flickers but still burns strongly in the wind
and the stalk of red rose
bends with the wind but does not break
and her hands cup the the sunrise
weighing the golden orb of the growing sun
and they look at the grey skies turning black
the sea sneering and scattering the dunes
and they are not afraid.
Sherry: The imagery in this poem is so beautiful, Lee San. I especially agree that these virtues may bend, but do not break.