Missing Her

she has a way of waking her mommy up
laying down right next to her
as if she owns the bed
parking her bottom facing her

she has a way of owning the house
marking her presence everywhere
in places where nobody would guess
I bet she wouldn’t mind to be called a queen

she has a way of owning the yard
planting her seeds in every corner
she makes no resentment over the changing of weather
her skin color just pops under the sun

she has a way of getting along with kids
the best entertainer anyone could ask for
perhaps even the best babysitter in the neighborhood
caution, she is good in stealing heart

and she has a way of doing just that,
you know, stealing heart
even after years of post-goodbye
a slight of memory, a cup full of tears

her name is Bonnie
and she is the jewel of her mommy’s heart

***This poem is inspired by a true story. Thus, I dedicate this to the two people in the poem, my friend who had to leave behind her baby in this country after making a decision to go back to her home country a few years ago, and her baby, Bonnie, of course. Meet Bonnie in a picture below. Isn’t she a cutey-pie?




This post is part of One Single Impression’s challenge: Miss (Long for). Please click on OSI’s badge below to see more creations from other creative and more experienced poets.


And the Poetry Pantry # 53 at Poets United:




as usual
the hands
reaching out from the dark
tugging on her dress
pleading her to join their rehearsed dance
she resigns at first
backing away
but eventually turns around
too overwhelmed by curiosity
this ambivalence
she knows it well
keeps her coming back
such a dizzying spell
a slave in this circle
burdened by obligations
drugged by love
bound to a constant wonder

but today
is not usual
she refuses
tired of this dance
her feet are heavy
sluggish in her moves
forgetting her steps
no more joy
comforting no longer
she cries out
begs for an ending
no more encore
no curtain call
she’s done

is what comes first
she hears nothing
not even a drop of her tear
next comes the chill
starts on the toes, and
comes out in a cold breath
she looks around the room
recognition slowly coming
darkness is the color
no one else in the room
just her blank eyes
the silence was deafening

and then
she hears it
a whisper
strange yet familiar
telling her,
catch it before it’s gone
she answers, in that trepid voice
look up, it says
out the window

it’s in that moment
she sees it
its presence blaring
the realization was almost blinding
how could she not see it, she asks
who are you?
darkness, it says
it will do that to you
you know me this whole time
you hear me but
you listen not
i come from a place so deep
no one can drill their way
to find me but you
so go ahead
go out there

not as usual
tastes sweet
the blast of heat on her face
as she opens the door
almost unrecognizable
but she knows
she remembers
she welcomes it
a pair of sun glasses in hand
she steps out
letting go darkness behind her
she moves on

About Gogyohka or 5-line poetry

Some of you have probably noticed that lately I’ve been posting short poems, consisting of only 5 lines.  There are more than one type of 5-line poetry, but the one that I am referring to specifically is called gogyohka.  It originated from Japan, invented by Enta Kusakabe from Japan.  I am new in gogyohka, so for more information about Gogyohka, I am referring you to the website below and when I find more information in the future, I will also add them to this post.


I recently joined a poetry challenge, which is to produce at least one of these 5-line poems on a daily basis throughout the month of May.  I have enjoyed this challenged immensely that I plan to continue writing gogyohka poems even after May.  Often I found it difficult actually to write short poems, to crunch what’s in my mind into 5 short, concise, succinct lines.  However, that is why I became so intrigued with gogyohka for exactly the same reason: the fresh, succinct messages expressed in almost “one breath” while still invoking a feeling from my readers.  I have read some beautiful gogyohka poems that left me feeling surprised, sad, happy, or even giddy afterward.

If any of you is interested to know more about gogyohka or participate, please let me know.  I also refer you to Gogyohka Junction, which is an online gogyohka community where you can get further information and support from other poets and gogyohka experts, as well as in getting your feet wet in gogyohka if you’re a novice like me.  I found it to be a very supportive community.

You can also click on the pink flower symbol on the right side bar of my blog that will take you to another blog which has links to more gogyohka blogs.  Hope you can join me and introduce yourself to this exciting challenge.  Don’t mind the fact that May is almost over because gogyohka will stay here for long, beyond May.