Chen-ou Liu's Translation Project: First English-Chinese Haiku and Tanka Blog

Showing posts with label loss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label loss. Show all posts

Sunday, June 21, 2026

The World without Father Tanka

written for my late father:

alone again
on this winding road home
in slanted moonlight
I try to imagine my place
in the world without Father



FYI: This is a sequel to my tanka below:

Father's breath
fades into forever ...
I gaze out 
his hospice window
at the moon, its fullness

Haiku Page, 11, 2025

Wednesday, February 7, 2024

Warm Smell Tanka

her towels
still on the bathroom rack
yet I forget
the warm smell of her breasts
cupped in my hands

Croatian Translation

njeni ručnici
još uvijek na stalku
ipak zaboravljam
topao miris njenih grudi
obgrljenih mojim rukama

Monday, August 14, 2023

Wednesday, March 23, 2022

World of Reduction Tanka

this world of reduction: 
of fingers lost to frostbite
of lives lost to depression ...
in the morning sunshine
another polar bear drifts off

Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Selected Tanka: Emptiness Tanka

inspired by the 9/11  Memorial Fountain

at the footprint
of each tower that once stood
vast emptiness
( loss and grief ) surrounded
by four walls of water

NeverEnding Story, September 12, 2016

Sunday, May 26, 2019

Scattering Ashes Haiku

scattering ashes ...
only the ripples
and a loon's cry

Frogpond, 42:1, Winter 2019

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Goodwill Haiku

all these things
packed in boxes for Goodwill
death anniversary

Kokako, 29, 2018

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Childhood Home Haiku

the echo
of fading footsteps ...
childhood home for sale

Kokako, 29, 2018

Friday, December 7, 2018

Selected Haibun: An Unofficial Story

for Oskar

ink-black:
smoke trails a life
from the north tower

Another sleepless night. Winter moonlight on the empty side of her bed. From the bedside table, she picks up A Place of Remembrance: The Official Photo Book of 9/11. She stares at the book for a moment. The tears roll down her face as she rips out some of the pages. With a sigh, she puts the torn-out pages in reverse order. When she flips through them, dozens of people are flying through the windows back into the building.

Editor's Choice Haibun,Cattails, May, 2015

Comment by Cattails Haibun Editor Sonam Chhoki: The power of Chen-ou Liu’s haibun, An Unofficial Story for Oskar lies in its closing sentence: “When she flips through them, dozens of people are flying through the windows back into the building.” It is amazingly evocative image that has echoes of redemption and freedom from the tyranny of time.

Thursday, November 8, 2018

Bitterness Tanka

all the bitterness
locked inside her heart ...
the clicking
of grandma’s needles
late into the night

Atlas Poetica, 34, 2018

Monday, October 29, 2018

Lament of Loss Tanka

the squeaky door
of this foreclosed home ...
does anyone hear
their lament of loss
from the other side?

Atlas Poetica, 34, 2018

Monday, July 10, 2017

Selected Tanka: Stars and Stripes Tanka

the train whistle
echoing in the distance
the Stars and Stripes
flapping in the wind…
the lost look in her eyes

Sketchbook, 7:3, May/June 2012

Monday, September 19, 2016

Selected Haiku: Blank Stare Haiku

her blank stare...
the blinking of an airplane
in the night sky

Haiku Pix Review, 2, 2011

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Burden Tanka

the burden
of this early spring ...
tangled strands
of a young widow's hair
fall over her shoulders

Cattails, May 2016

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Saturday, May 14, 2016

Monday, March 7, 2016

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

What’s Past Is Prologue, A Haibun

Sitting alone by the window, I look out at the maple branches swaying in the breeze. Out of nowhere, I feel the stab of a memory -- she waving me goodbye at the airport. I hold on to that memory, the universe hanging on the branches.

spring sunlight
breaking between branches
the sound of my voice

Cattails, May, 2015