You promised you would come.
Through the lonely night,
I waited in the dark
until the pale moon waned.
Having never waited,
a woman like you
could hardly know
how long a night can be.
The moon looks at me
like a careless stranger,
plunging life into sorrow.
Alone, I ponder ...
Time passes
in the sound of snow.
The sun still rises,
but a new day never comes.
March 2010 issue of Word Catalyst
NeverEnding Story: Call for Haiku and Tanka Submissions in Response to UN
Report,"The Anatomy of a Genocide"
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My Dear Poet Friends:
On Tuesday, U.N. Special Rapporteur Francesca Albanese accused Israel of
committing acts of genocide. She spoke in Geneva about her m...