consulting room
she feels each death as if
it were her first
©️Sbwright2023

Japanese Form Poetry by SB Wright
consulting room
she feels each death as if
it were her first
©️Sbwright2023

regret
filled with memories
the empty chair
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slow, fat drops of rain
out of nowhere the thunder
then silence
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summer break done
all those jobs postponed
postponed again

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new tanzaku
the old temple bell
remembers its voice

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©️Sbwright 2023
Imari bell
in between my bouts
of breathlessness

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overhead
the glide of the white ibis
long drive home

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silence
between old telegraph poles
a whisper of wind

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through damp leaves
the shingleback’s slow walk
cool night rain

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expressing truth
a green milk thistle
in dry grass

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