Sixty-Ninth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
a masked old man
raises a quivering hand
to his forehead
gravestones, row on row,
stretch to the horizon
PoemHunter, May 25 2020
A Room of My Own: All the Feelings Tanka
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I was told
to hide all the feelings
once grown --
carrying this silver casket
I shed tears for her, and me
FYI: This could be read as a sequel to my tanka ...
