(the stars I see)
by Melissa Allen
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the stars I see
and the stars
themselves
your voice a few feet away
in the darkness
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American Tanka 20: A Few Feet Away
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Red Dragonfly
haiku. poetry.
how beautiful, Melissa, how wide wide open & then so close, love it!
Thanks, Susan.
Awesome in every sense and context. Beautiful in spirit, too! Painful in a silky way like the unseen waves of feelings in the vastness between the limits of what we see and what we can’t. Your heart is fertile, Melissa. It’s blossoming with day lilies. Much love…
“painful in a silky way” … what an amazing phrase, Alegria, thank you for that gift.
Awesome is just the word for your poem.
Thanks, Sandy!
Your tanka is heartbreaking in context of the letter I received this weekend. Funny how much more the words hold when you’re living the experience. Thanks for this…it’s a fitting tribute.
I’m so glad this helped, Merrill. I’m sorry for your bad news. I hope you experience healing soon.
Hi, Melissa, The news was that there would be no healing… Sometimes we just have to accept that and move on. Still, it takes its toll as we go. But life is not always “our idea”…and sometimes what is “not healing” for me might be “healing” for another.
Thanks for your kind words. And thanks for your creative spirit.
Thank *you*, Merrill, for all your support.
This is very moving, Melissa. The uncertainty that the stars are even actually there anymore, compared with the “you”, who may be there in memory only. And the yawning chasm between both spaces.
Thanks so much, Michael. Your commentaries are always so perceptive.
Well, gee, thanks!
Melissa this is breathtaking…
all the possibilities of newness and continuance; cannot heal heartbreak; only time will
much love…
Thanks, Paul and Gillena!
I feel a bit like my boys in wrestling whenever I read here–always on the lower step of the medal podium, always looking up. I’m chasing you.