A form called 'sijo'. -14th December 2012.


Within reach.

A sightly meadow with fluent rivulet and sun glimmer
Beyond my rain rattled window where I sit despondent.
The tranquility becoming ever closer, yet still too far.



Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2012-12-14 at 01:26

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I hadn't heard of this form either, John :-)
There's some beautiful imagery here and a very well-rendered melancholy.
Applause!
2012-12-17


shells
I've not heard of the form, thank you for this lovely initiation, it makes me see and feel, bravo!
2012-12-16


countryfog
Had I not known I would have thought this an excellently translated poem of Tu Fu or Li Po, a compliment I rarely get to give.
2012-12-14



Always love a short, compact, jam-packed poem!
Not the easiest to create but what a joy when it comes together. Thank you for sharing with us :-)
2012-12-14