A Tanka Sequence
walking out
of family court
at high noon
the sound of the wind
is strangely cold
one hundred days
rain or shine
I drive my shadow
around the lake
on a tandem bike
alone
on a snowy night
the heat
of my ex's skin
warms my dream
one year ago today
she demanded a divorce...
many misspellings
slipped my notice
in these old love letters
spring sunset fades
through my attic window …
remembering
the scent
of our lovemaking
the blank page
stares at me all night
bit by bit
I photoshop my ex
off my mind
in dreams
my ex on top of me -
for a whole day
in Palestine
no one gets shot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice narration, well-penned!