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9 Responses

1. bouwebrouwer Says:
   November 13th, 2015 at 12:55 pm

   Very nice. I can smell all the different scents of the forest. The old, decayed leaves and the fresh new ones.

2. Jan Dobb Says:
   November 13th, 2015 at 4:00 pm

   Pain and optimism so beautifully juxtaposed. I was moved.

3. janewilliams Says:
   November 13th, 2015 at 4:26 pm

   spring cleaning
   old love letters
   at last my name
   in his handwriting
   getting lighter

4. Janet Says:
   November 14th, 2015 at 8:19 am

   I love the imagery you use here. I've been lately discarding decades-old letters and cards

5. Janet Says:
   November 14th, 2015 at 8:21 am

   Edit:

   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.

6. Patrick Says:
   November 14th, 2015 at 3:48 pm

   This is a phenomenal poem. I also was moved.

7. seaviewwarrenpoint Says:
   November 16th, 2015 at 1:58 am

   Beautiful, Jenny. Great use of the sense of smell in this one.

   marion

8. Alan Summers Says:
   November 18th, 2015 at 10:52 am

   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)

9. kalaramesh Says:
   November 19th, 2015 at 6:00 pm

   Good one, Jenny.
   I love each line here!

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