Victor Ortiz lives in Bellingham, WA, with his wife Mimi, fairly recent transplants to the Pacific Northwest (Cascadia) from San Pedro, CA. For Victor haiku is not only a literary form that he enjoys writing but it provides him with yet another way to explore life and make discoveries with others.
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Wow! So many possibilities… is he consciously trying to remember some things? are they disappearing out of reach? is he locking them away and not sharing them? 'prioritizing his life? thank you for sharing…
Wow! So many possibilities… is he consciously trying to remember some things? are they disappearing out of reach? is he locking them away and not sharing them? 'prioritizing his life? thank you for sharing…
Very moving poem. So many ways to interpret it.
. . . and he'll never tell.
but i remember his thoughts
i remember his love.
'tis a secret–
a memory
we share.
thanks for the memories, Victor
you done good.
Quite a potent poem, Victor. Yes, I'll be thinking about this one for a long time. Such an elegant philosophical statement in 9 words
thank you all for taking the time to respond to this poem. vale!