Not a word spoken
“Pick up flower, subtle smile”
Message clear enough

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 October 18, 2018, in Poetry, Senryu and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 16 Comments.

  1. and a beautiful smile and flower I can see in my minds eye ❤

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  2. theburningheart

    What else it’s needed?

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  3. theburningheart

    Ceartainly, I even wrote about it, check the end of my post Semantics, of March 2018. 🙂 .

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  4. It didn’t work. I will make one more attempt

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  5. This brought to mind a picture Margaret created a few years ago. You will see why. 🙂

    It inspired the tanka. The whole thing, however poignant, remains as valid.

    I had to rescue your lovely comment from WP’s “Approve” bin and deleted/tidied up as requested/required.

    When is a cat a banana? ANSWER: When it’s a Cheshire.

    Lovely to see you up and about. ❤

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