Thanksgiving Alone
Dawn, cold November
Snowflakes blanket a grey sky
Wet firewood smokes
Warm hearth’s gatherings distant
No footprints lead to my door
Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haiki Challenge. Frank says:
This week, write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga) that alludes to Thanksgiving.
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Also linking this to dVerse‘ Open Link Night (OLN)
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This poem comes across as solemn, but not sad. I rather liked it.
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Thanks Heather. I’m glad you see it that way.
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My pleasure.
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This should be sad but it isn’t. Great writing Li
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Thank you, Sadje
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You’re welcome 😇
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Very well done! love the images… no one makes a path through the snow to your door!
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Thanks Dwight!
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Well-penned!
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Thank you 🙂
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Realistic poem. Touching. Can’t imagine me waiting there. Beautifully written.
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Indira thank you very much.
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My pleasure, dear
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #1 (11/24/19): Jade Li’s latest #tanka for my current #Haikai challenge!
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I learned that sweet potatoes with marshmallow sauce is a traditional accompaniment to the turkey. I reckon you’re well out of it. Alone with the pristine snow and a wood stove sounds much more inviting.
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I like the ambiguity. Being alone can be sad, but it can also be welcome. (K)
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yes
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Beautifully written Lisa, it feels very peaceful xxx
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Thank you, Xenia ❤
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You’re very welcome 💜
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There are times when alone and lonely do not equal out.
And many are thankful for that time any day it does happen.
There is a peace to this piece that reads ‘I’m OK’, I can communicate when I want, if I want.
(The ‘net’ gives us more ears sometimes than we want…)
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All true, Jules. Each one’s circumstance gives it a different meaning. Someone from a chaotic environment all of the time would probably pay good money to get a piece/peace of solitude, where the ordinarily person of solitude might feel a twinge of loneliness.
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There’s something satisfying about giving thanks alone, it’s private and intimate, especially against the backdrop of snowflakes and smoke.
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Very pretty and good image
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Thank you, Sabio.
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That is just lovely. Peaceful.
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Thank you.
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Many spend Thanksgiving alone. I see you know what happens with wet firewood.
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Uh huh on the firewood 🙂
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This is gorgeous and perfect for the season! 🌰❤️
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❤ Thank you, Sanaa.
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Really nice imagery that build-up to add a wallop to the final line. I think maybe you didn’t need the word “Alone” in the title, but otherwise the poem is really good and I enjoyed it.
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Thank you for reading, commenting, and your feedback 🙂
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A grey one specially when warm’s greetings are distant. Here’s to a good weekend.
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From: Grace
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🙂
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Thank you, and you as well.
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I feel the comfort of being alone… sometimes life is better without visitors.
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I’m always running away for peace and quiet. So this to me is a good thing. Well said:))
Pat
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🙂 Thanks Pat.
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Lisa his is so beautiful! Well done on it! ❤
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Thanks much, Carol 🙂
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