Ashes now your flesh
Yet I hear your lost voice still
In blackbird, in thrush

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 April 29, 2019, in Poetry, Senryu and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Ah! Ben you have lost someone. I am so sorry. I am still struggling to understand what I beginning to see, after being on this course. πŸ’œ

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  2. Poignant, beautiful, and elegant, Ben. 🌻

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