Wednesday, 2 February 2011

my son asks
what my father was like...
the weight
of telling him
I never really knew

'red lights' V7 No1 January 2011

4 comments:

Kenia Cris said...

Sooo beautiful and so sad. I love your poetry, because you're real.

=*

Frank said...

A bitter-sweet moment, Paul. Your poetry is immediate...

John McDonald said...

lovely stuff here Paul
john

Paul Smith said...

Hi Kenia, Frank, John. Thank you for your comments.

The short form of tanka never ceases to amaze me with its capacity to communicate what might otherwise remain unspoken.