feels like a blanket of words
I thought I forgot
under over-strained sunshine.
Lost stories come home sometimes.
Photo by reza shayestehpour on Unsplash
Song Choice: Here Comes The Rain Again by Eurythmics
Liner Notes for this Groove: This tanka is linked to the Friday Writings post at Poets and Storytellers United.
Lost stories come home sometimes - oh how I feel that as I write my memoir series!!! Wonderful line.
ReplyDeleteThe stories that come through that series are amazing ones.
DeleteBeautiful and love that last line
ReplyDeleteThank you, Marja
DeleteAltogether wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rosemary
DeleteYou set a wonderful mood. Indeed, the sound of rain from indoors is a comfort that brings memories home.
ReplyDeleteIt's such a lovely sound.
DeleteA little bit melancholy, which I like!
ReplyDeleteLOL, I feel like there's at least a little melancholy (or a lot!) lately in my work.
DeleteI'm in love with the last line of your tanka, and with the tone of the whole poem. It feels so right for my current mood...
ReplyDeleteI think we've both been in a similar sort of mood
Delete"Lost stories come home sometimes," more and more so the older we get. I have hopes for some stuff I can't remember, some my wish is that they stay buried. I was commenting the other day, we tend to remember the very sad and the very happy moments best. Mediocre ones tend to stay forgotten.
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I hope you are able to always hold those happiest memories close to you.
DeleteI know, the sound of the rain can inspire. Written a few poems on that. :)
ReplyDeleteI've always found it to be a helpful muse.
DeleteI love 'lost stories come home'.
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