And That Chrysanthemum

Dried chrysanthemum resting
on an old Tatami mat.
He cried… and silently walked away.

About Virgilio Gavia

Interests: poetry, photography, writing (prose and poetry), walking/hiking, reading (non-fiction and books of poetry) drinking coffee and herbal teas, camping, fishing, contemplating, solitude, silence, traveling, faded jeans, meaningful conversation, wabi-sabi, haiku, tanka, Jazz, Classical, oldies, all the books of Thomas Merton, Joseph Campbell, Thomas Moore, John O'Donohue, Mary Oliver, David Whyte, Mark Strand, ancient Chinese and Japanese poets, The Bible, spirituality, philosophy, psychology, sociology, history, humanities and the arts.
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8 Responses to And That Chrysanthemum

  1. Marcus Antoninus says:

    Nice poem, Virgilio. I cannot grasp it, fully. A sudden rejuvenation of the spirit? Perhaps I am not yet versed enough in Japanese culture.

    • Thanks, Marcus. Tom got it right (read his comments below)…the poem touches on loss and grief and how the person engaged them…the dried chrysanthemum and the tatami mat played very vital roles in the poem and I leave it at that.

  2. Tom says:

    I have been reminded, recently, of lost and nearly forgotten fragments of my life for which I have yet to grieve. To me, your poem reflects such a reminder.

  3. maskednative says:

    Poignant words Virgilio. The dried chrysanthemum, the old Tatami mat, and tears to heal the pain.

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