(Tanka)
Sorrow is a word
That each one of us defines
In different ways
And faced in varied methods
Challenged in number of moods.
It is a feeling
Of loss, regret, guilt and pain
A celebration
Of cold, dark and sleepless nights
Empty days of rain and storm.
It is a love song
Sung in low and mournful tones
A dove’s mourning croon
We don’t wish to hum along
And catch lonesome emotions.
It is a color
Of murky greys, inky blacks
Denotes joy’s absence
To other galaxies flown
Don’t know if it will return.
Lastly, it’s a taste
Of sour lemons, bitter gourd
Sans hint of sweetness
Spiced with salt, the taste of tears
Dashed with hot chili peppers.
© Myr Reyes E. Tejada
14/08/2021
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