IF YOU ONLY STAY LITTLE

I look at you and I am filled with a longing to hold you as you were – the infant in my arms. it seems that the sun rose and the sun set overnight and here you are- an infant no more- discovering your world on your own. And I look at you I see

FORM FOR ALL: SIJO (From Out of Asia)

NOSTALGIA The slanting sun transported me to my home from long ago I recognized not the place nor the familiar faces What was will never again be – time has made a stranger of me. ~~~~~ It’s all about SIJO  over at the DVERSE Poets’ Pub.  SIJO is traditional Korean poetry that has three lines,

NOSTALGIA

The house sways with the wind its paint grey as a stormy day. The sun beams through the window panes coated with grime and faded lace A dust halo hovers about a rocking chair that creaks in time with the pendulum’s swinging. The hour echoes in the walls bony hands reached out bidding Time back