before I feel
any rain a silver mist forms
on the black cat’s fur
before I woke up today
you were close as the mist
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This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem Time Travel #5, another great prompt from Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s The Tindersticks –
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Aw so beautiful !
The cat and the mist, yep. Unrequited emotions, less so 🙂
Exactly !
Wonderful tanka Blake, nice response on our Time Travel feature.
Thanks, Chèvrefeuille. I really liked the tanka you chose for this feature – so much longing in them.