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Scentient

The scent of the sea steamed off your skin, I felt vulnerable. You peeked through a wisp of hair and beckoned - stars shot and scrambled. Memories of years gone now float with your ashes in the air...

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 2/5/2024 10:15:00 AM

Congratulations on your winning work in Andrea's contest. Way to go. I enjoyed reading your lines. Sara K

Len Gasun

Date: 2/4/2024 7:25:00 PM

Gorgeous sijo my dear poet friend Craig. I love this a lot. So grateful and honored to read again from you. Congratulations on your win! Thanks for sharing this precious gem. I'll come back to read more from you soon. God bless you always and your writings. Hugs

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/4/2024 12:55:00 PM

Awesome sijo, Craig. The words are so beautiful. Congrats.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 1/17/2024 10:48:00 AM

Ethereal with “sea steamed,” “wisp of hair,” and “ashes in air.” Your vulnerability felt throughout. A fave, Craig!

Craig Cornish
Date: 1/24/2024 8:39:00 AM

Thank you Dear Kim

Ink Empress

Date: 1/16/2024 9:33:00 AM

What a most poignant and evocative sijo this is dear craig. I absolutely love how seamlessly your alliterations flow in the first line, and the imagery you’ve painted in such a subtle yet vivid manner that gets readers to see through your well articulated words. And i love the last line. “ memories of years gone now” and “ ashes in the air” truly hits very strong. A fave this is for me. I hope this is for andreas contest. She surely appreciates beauty like this with depth. Pleasure reading you

Craig Cornish
Date: 1/16/2024 10:09:00 AM

Dear Inky - thanks so much (especially from someone (me) who comments so very seldom) - your contributions are a gift to this site----funny, but hmm, I rarely use the tools of writing purposefully (alliteration etc.) - can one take any credit for its inclusion or are some things inherent within thought (interesting to consider?)