From Paloma:
For today, we return to our featured poet, Fuyuko Tomita. Here is a wonderful tanka I think we can all relate to:
For today, we return to our featured poet, Fuyuko Tomita. Here is a wonderful tanka I think we can all relate to:
さんさんとそそぐ朝日の文机に遺す未完の歌ぞ淋しき
Sansan to/ sosogu asahi no/fuzukue ni/ nokosu mikan no/ uta zo samishiki
How lonely I would be
left behind on my desk
an unfinished poem
in the glorious morning sun
left behind on my desk
an unfinished poem
in the glorious morning sun
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I do have an unfinished poem haunting me, but that is not likely to be resolved any time soon. And that is not what this poem makes me think of. Instead it's the idea of loneliness itself.
My mother-in-law passed away in January two years ago. She spent the last few months of her life in a nursing home. It was not a happy place. My lovely wife made a round trip of about 150 miles almost every other day to see her, and check on her situation and care. There were many people there living out their last days who never had a visitor.
she sits on her bed
nurses coming and going
making duty rounds
one more sunday afternoon
nurses coming and going
making duty rounds
one more sunday afternoon
nobody comes to visit
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My other thought was of a loveless marriage. Ever have one of those? I did once. It is the most exquisite agony.
the worst loneliness
feeling left out and ignored
when you’re with someone
in the cold hard marriage bed
two people with their backs turned
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feeling left out and ignored
when you’re with someone
in the cold hard marriage bed
two people with their backs turned
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