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Treasure Box

Dead white roses fade
embalming to ivory
and delicate lace
These tears fall with thoughts like leaves
How they fill heart’s green grass patch

(9/17/2022)

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FJ Thomas

February 28, 2023 at 5:19 PM

So sad yet so beautiful Susan. Just lovely

Susan Woodrow

March 1, 2023 at 6:23 AM

Thank you :)

Sally Eslinger

February 7, 2023 at 6:44 AM

Nice to meet you, Susan, thru this lovely poem. I’ve been thinking about me treasure box lately. Missing it. Do kids keep them these days? I was born 1951. Is this a generational thing? There was a faded yellow rose in mine. Thanks for sharing & for the memories. God bless you. sally

Susan Woodrow

February 7, 2023 at 8:59 AM

Hi Sally, I have two kids and they both had treasure boxes.. i was born in 1970 .. I don’t think it’s generational at all but rather human nature to hang onto and keep special things - how we store them is the main difference.. glad you liked this one.. the best to you :)

Brian Sambourne

January 5, 2023 at 6:59 PM

Superb imagery + word choice like the "...heart's green grass patch." Many congratulations! Sincerely, Brian

Susan Woodrow

January 5, 2023 at 7:04 PM

Thank you :))

Gershon Wolf

December 28, 2022 at 8:14 PM

Sad, but beautifully penned, Susan. Season's Joy, Gershon

Susan Woodrow

December 28, 2022 at 8:22 PM

Thank you :)

Charles Messina

October 1, 2022 at 4:29 AM

So beautiful, Susan. Lovely imagery! Belated congrats on your high placement in the contest. Hugs Charlie

Susan Woodrow

October 1, 2022 at 7:37 AM

Thanks Charlie :)

Laura Leiser

September 30, 2022 at 7:50 PM

Gorgeous imagery, Susan! This is excellent! Wow! :)

Susan Woodrow

October 1, 2022 at 7:36 AM

Thank you, Laura :)

Sam Kauffman

September 28, 2022 at 10:51 AM

Congratulations on your win Susan. Your images truly illustrate your poem in shades of "ivory" and "lace." This tanka really makes a statement about grief and grieving. Thank you for your words. I guess we have settled into fall temperatures again! Hope it is more comfortable in the valley. Blessings! Sam

Susan Woodrow

September 30, 2022 at 10:28 AM

Thank you Sam. Yes, very pleasant now :)

Susan Lawrence

September 26, 2022 at 6:29 AM

Just beautiful.. emotional and poignant and filled with tender moments. Congratulations on your win Susan ! Blessings, Susan :)

Susan Woodrow

September 26, 2022 at 6:52 AM

Thank you, Susan :)

Paulette Calasibetta

September 24, 2022 at 4:25 AM

Congratulations on your win in the contest. Memories unfold in your lovely imagery. :)Paulette

Susan Woodrow

September 25, 2022 at 9:37 PM

thank you, Paulette :)

Paulette Calasibetta

September 24, 2022 at 4:11 AM

Congratulations on your beautiful Tanka! :)Paulette

Terry Miller

September 24, 2022 at 12:26 AM

Wonderful Tanka, Susan, congratulations.

Susan Woodrow

September 25, 2022 at 9:39 PM

Thank you, Terry :)

Andrea Dietrich

September 23, 2022 at 7:46 PM

Gorgeous poignant poetry, Susan. congrats on your high placement in my contest

Susan Woodrow

September 25, 2022 at 9:40 PM

thanks for the inspiration, Andrea Glad you liked it :)

Gershon Wolf

September 21, 2022 at 9:06 PM

Poignant tanka, Susan. Here's to some joy, if tempered by the tears. :) gw

Susan Woodrow

September 25, 2022 at 9:39 PM

Thanks Gershon :)

I Am Anaya

September 21, 2022 at 5:46 PM

Wow, I don't know which of you (Susan, Joe) to thank for sharing! Both brilliantly said. Our tears communicate all kinds of feelings, they are useful!

Susan Woodrow

September 25, 2022 at 9:38 PM

Thank you, Anaya... indeed :)

Joseph P. DiMino

September 19, 2022 at 8:11 PM

Very thoughtful, intriguing. The old and the new combined. Often the old...what happened in the past, covers over any chance for a blossom future. Hopefully new blossoms will find a place to soar above such darkening pressures. Let the green be watered and the salt of such tears minimal, more quench than solvent. Excellent write!

Susan Woodrow

September 19, 2022 at 9:13 PM

More quench than solvent.. i like that! thank you:)

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