tanka, other poetry, & insignificant writings of janet lynn davis
What a sad and poignant middle-of-the-story, especially with the unexpected line 3 pivot. Very effective.
There is so much story here--beautiful write
Thanks, Jenny and Audrey.My father was a child at the time; from afar, when they were downtown, my grandmother pointed his father out to him.
This beautifully evokes those wisps (often mysteriously achy wisps) of childhood memories that are fleeting, somewhat ethereal - and yet - so haunting ... the last two lines, especially. A poignant story
Nice to see you again, Wendy, and thanks.
What a sad and poignant middle-of-the-story, especially with the unexpected line 3 pivot. Very effective.
ReplyDeleteThere is so much story here--beautiful write
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jenny and Audrey.
ReplyDeleteMy father was a child at the time; from afar, when they were downtown, my grandmother pointed his father out to him.
This beautifully evokes those wisps (often mysteriously achy wisps) of childhood memories that are fleeting, somewhat ethereal - and yet - so haunting ... the last two lines, especially. A poignant story
ReplyDeleteNice to see you again, Wendy, and thanks.
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