After harvest--
daylight drips away cold creeps
on the fallow field,
bitter winds whisper his name
telling all, he’s on his way.
Father’s supper
on the stove simmering,
apron on the floor,
mother lying motionless,
my tears. They burn, flow and fall.
The last thing mom did
was for us, then her heart stopped.
The truth was too harsh...
arsenic in the warm stew
mixing with his betrayal.
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Author Notes
Renga is a genre of Japanese collaborative poetry. A renga consists of at least two ku or stanzas. The opening stanza of the renga, called the hokku, became the basis for the modern haiku form of poetry.
This renga is a challenge between Hitcher and me.
After the harvest--
daylight drips away cold creeps
on fallow field,
by Gypsy Blue Rose
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bitter winds whisper his name
telling all he's on his way.
by Hitcher
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Father's supper
on the stove simmering,
apron on the floor,
by Gypsy Blue Rose
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mother lying motionless,
my tears. They burn, flow and fall.
by Hitcher
-----------------------
The last thing mom did
was for us, then her heart stopped.
The truth was too harsh.
by Gypsy Blue Rose
-------------------------
Arsenic in the warm stew
mixing with his betrayal.
by Hitcher
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