On Distance And Difference Poem by Glen Kappy
On Distance And Difference
When my friend is getting ready for bed
I'm just starting my day.
Nearly a thousand miles of desert and mountain
and over thousands of ocean to reach her.
And at her work or on the street
she speaks a different language.
But the pictures that she sends—
a red flower, blue sea, white beaches—
strike me not exotic but familiar—
familiar—family—isn't that what we all are?
But the pictures that she sends— a red flower, blue sea, white beaches— strike me not exotic but familiar— familiar—family—isn't that what we all are? Though separated by geographical distance, there is so much of sameness as that of a family. This sameness we feel is mostly due to the emotional bond we have with one another! Beautiful poem!
Valsa, responding to Dillip Swain's comment, I just saw this one of yours I never answered. Sorry. But now, thank you for your affirming words. -Glen
Chima, thank you for taking the time to read and comment on this poem. Reading a bit about and by you here in PH, I'm guessing you yourself are familiar with distances and differences, the distances short when traveled with our minds, the differences small compared with all we have in common. Be and stay well, Glen
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4/19/2024 5:01:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautifully penned. I feel like putting an identical comment what esteemed poetess Valsa has put.
Thank you, Dillip. You'll be interested to know, I think, that this poem is about another PH poet, Suzanne Hayasaki. She writes well. Check her out. -Glen