Chenou Liu

Old Wound - Poem by Chenou Liu

A Tanka Prose

standing still
on the opposite shores
of the Pacific
in a dream...
youthful Mother and aging me

When I was young, homesickness was a long cable line:
me on one end, Mother on the other.
When I grew up, homesickness was a three-sheet letter:
an hour’s labor, written and folded with care.
But later on, homesickness was reduced to $3 plus tax:
a seasonal greeting card.
Now, homesickness is a surging sea:
me in this Promised Land, Mother on a crowded island.

drifting in a dream
turned into a bird
flying over the Pacific -
I open my eyes
upon darkness again

Topic(s) of this poem: dream, homesick, mother, nostalgia

Form: Tanka

Comments about Old Wound by Chenou Liu

  • Ging Taping (9/10/2016 9:45:00 AM)

    simp! e easy to read but touching wow perfect! (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt (4/3/2015 3:05:00 PM)

    Wonderful writing, Chenou. I really liked this poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 3, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, April 3, 2015

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