Written for:  Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge September 2018 Chained Together III (11) the dim glow of a campfire – (Quote from a Japanese novelist)

[…] “He felt so lost, he said later, that the familiar studio felt like a haunted valley deep in the mountains, with the smell of rotting leaves, the spray of a waterfall, the sour fumes of fruit stashed away by a monkey; even the dim glow of the master’s oil lamp on its tripod looked to him like misty moonlight in the hills.”[…]

© Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

“I wrote the two lined stanza to work with inspired on the above quote of Akutagawa Ryūnosuke (1892-1927)”

Haunted valley deep in the mountains
The dim glow of a campfire

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

scent of sour fruit
ill from stench of rotting leaves
where does it come from?


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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to lost

  1. gillena says:

    Thanks for dropping by my blog Sara

    much love…


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