discarding
thirty-year-old letters . . .
the fresh scent
of pine seedlings
springing up in the clear cut
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Jenny Ward Angyal
Jenny Ward Angyal lives on a small organic farm in Gibsonville, NC, USA, with her husband and one Abyssinian cat. Her tanka have appeared in various online and print journals and may also be found at www.grassminstrel.blogspot.com
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Very nice. I can smell all the different scents of the forest. The old, decayed leaves and the fresh new ones.
I love the imagery you use. I've been lately discarding decades-old letters and cards, too. They're not mine, but I do believe I detect that same fresh scent.
Very nice. I can smell all the different scents of the forest. The old, decayed leaves and the fresh new ones.
Pain and optimism so beautifully juxtaposed. I was moved.
spring cleaning
old love letters
at last my name
in his handwriting
getting lighter
I love the imagery you use here. I've been lately discarding decades-old letters and cards
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I love the imagery you use. I've been lately discarding decades-old letters and cards, too. They're not mine, but I do believe I detect that same fresh scent.
This is a phenomenal poem. I also was moved.
Beautiful, Jenny. Great use of the sense of smell in this one.
marion
Beautifully crisp tanka!
* * *
the longest night
of a longer day
our broken moons
a lost email
crosses over
Alan Summers
Brass Bell: Alan Summers
issue of brass bell, featuring poems by Alan Summers (July 2015)
Good one, Jenny.
I love each line here!