All Alone


Pity October
Stuck between all those embers
No one seems to care

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on January 3, 2018, in Poetry, Senryu and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.

  1. Oh…those few lines made me chuckle…thanks for the smiles.

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  2. Clever – wish I’d thought of that one, Ben. 🙂

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  3. In response to October:


    The month that has shades
    Colors . fiery romance
    Tenth works in visions

    © l.p.j.k ‘18

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  4. I do.

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