Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Second love

warmth of her touch
in that snowy weekend
fantasy fling
am I ready or a fool
to fall in love again

Modern English Tanka
Volume 1, Number 2. Winter 2006.


Anonymous said...

This reminds me of a weekend get away my husband and I took last year. We stayed in a log cabin on the lake surrounded by snow. In the morning we sat in the hot tub and I wrote a short poem about the finch's flying above and now I cant find the poem. It was the first poem I have written since 1986.

Vic Gendrano said...

Ms. Givens

You can recreate your poem, first by the power of imagination - look for finches or any other bird flying above and think of that moment when the muse inspired you and the poem that followed. Or glance outside the window and look at the snow and gently force yourself to experience once again that sweet moment. If any of these do not work, write another poem on the same topic. Good luck and let me know what happened.

J.S.D. said...

I like your blog