the death
of nextdoor lonely widow
her bali bamboo bell
tolls through the night
i miss her daily piano mozart
john tiong chunghoo
hi john,
thank you for linking with your lovely, evocative tanka
sheila
granny's death
the weeds beat in a frenzy
under the night storm
how stoically grandma has
taken all for the first time
rain spans the sky
as i see the torrents
beat down and the white laces
brush over the field
i long for his gentle touch
as she listens to the echo
in the giant shell
she longs for the solitude
where life's concern
is whittled down to peace of mind
pape mache elephant
as i squeeze its trunk
i realise it can go anyway
i want it to be
the freedom of creativity