The Other Shoe


Hark! A singing heart
A swallow … A butterfly
Awaiting an ear

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 December 21, 2018, in Poetry, Senryu and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. The thought of a singing heart, heard through the ether, delights me somehow. (Though I also sense the melancholia…) This is one of those beautiful gems you create so often, Ben. 💗

    Liked by 1 person

    • Nothing but metaphors. Whether there is melancholy or hope is for the reader (or writer) to choose I suppose.

      I so hope you and your friends and family enjoy a wonderful festive season. Thank you for your loyalty and all your kind words throughout the year.

      I wonder what 2019 has for in store for us?

      Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: