10/02/25 A New Poem for a New Day

Photo Credit: Charles Chen

Walking through your garden
Sifting through your roses
Smelling the lilies in your pond
Everywhere, I cannot help
But feel the lack of your presence

Blast from the Past:

U and I are close
To each other; well at least
Close on the keyboard

09/25/25 A New Paradelle for a New Day

Photo Credit: Gabriel

It was great meeting you there and learning about your life
It was great meeting you there and learning about your life
We formed a connection before we left
We formed a connection before we left
We left our connection there
We left our connection there

Why can’t we text or speak again? You and me
Why can’t we text or speak again? You and me
We got phones forever in our back pocket
We got phones forever in our back pocket
But you never got back to me
But you never got back to me

To me, we never left
To me, we never left
Our connection there
Our connection there
On the sands of time
On the sands of time

This is my attempt at a paradelle. I found it surprisingly hard to write.

Blast from the Past:

Visit you while home
Talk as if nothing changed
Back to our new lives

09/21/25 A New Somonka for a New Day

Photo Credit: Christian Lue

You left me behind
I was always by your side
But you walked away
Now there’s no one to lean on
As I pick up the pieces

I was there for you
Each time that you needed me
But it was too much
I couldn’t keep going like that
I just needed it to end

This is my attempt at a Somonka, a Japanese style that is two tanka poems back to back. Often it is two love letters, but here they express their “love” through the pain of a breakup.

This was my original version, but later in the day, I rewrote the second stanza to the one above:

You left me behind
I was always by your side
But you walked away
Now there’s no one to lean on
As I pick up the pieces

We wouldn’t have lasted
We were just sinking slowly
Grasping each other
I had to end it before
Either of us got too hurt

09/09/24 A New Imayo for a New Day

Photo Credit: alatyren

He kneels for a nice long sob – soft licks smear his face
He turns his glum gaze outwards – his dog pants waiting
Tears breach the dam his eyes held – the dog strides his lap
He whimpers now aware that someone’s there to care

This is my first attempt at an imayo, a form of poetry made of 4 lines. Each is 12 syllables, split into a 7 syllable and 5 syllable section.

Blast from the Past:

Wake happy and cry
By the day’s end. Start doubting
And end satisfied.

09/03/25 A New Sijo for a New Day

Photo Credit: Tan Dao

She told me that we were no longer together
But I could not love again if she and I were to part
So it’s with much trepidation that I give both of you my heart

Today, I tried writing a sijo.

Blast from the Past:

A hell of a ride
We had, but you thought we were
Riding to heaven.

08/26/25 A New Poem for a New Day

Photo Credit: Alexander Krivitskiy

I don’t believe in anger
I don’t believe in rage
I can’t stand your pain
I don’t want your cage
None of this will lead me
Back to you again

(I lost internet for a few days, so I was not able to post the poem I wrote that day until several days later.)

Blast from the Past:

Not proactive enough, not obedient enough,
Not developing enough, not restraining enough,
Not enough good questions, not confirming enough,
I have had enough enoughs