When love looks like an open book
Pushing my eighties
I find life’s not as before,
Robbed of balmy breeze.
I change my look heretofore--
As dry fruits are valued more.
Life's like old age love--
Mature much more, pristine pure,
And firm in its groove.
And reciprocal no more,
An open book, ajar door.
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Renga/Rengay | 01.10. 2025 | love, old age, fruits
Note: Renga in Japan, Rengay in America is set as a dialogue of an old couple. The husband starts by saying his old age is no more a pleasant breeze. His wife, also old, replies bravely: remember, dried ripe fruits are always more valued. She then poses with a haiku of her own to which her husband responds positively, more than agreeing with her.
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