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3 August 2015

Gogyoshi for Frankie and Tony

I’m cooking risoni.
My dear friends fly to Perth
today, leaving me
with a pantry full of food
they can’t take … leaving me.
Gogyoshi: a 5-line Japanese form invented by Taro Aizu. Further details here. Differentiation of gogyoshi and other 5-line forms here.

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21 comments:

  1. Mary27 September 2015 at 09:56

    I hope you enjoy the bounty of their gift, Rosemary.
    It is both a gift & a remembrance.

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  2. Susan27 September 2015 at 10:19

    Food for the soul! This poem, you, company ... sweet form.

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  3. Sherry Blue Sky27 September 2015 at 12:47

    What an intriguing form this is Rosemary - and you have nice guests - my visitors leave me with an EMPTY pantry, LOL.....but that's because they are my kids, and Moms are supposed to feed their kids. Smiles. I really feel the poignancy of your closing line, my friend.

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  4. Sumana Roy27 September 2015 at 16:14

    love the form, a delicious poem with a tinge of sadness...

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  5. Anonymous27 September 2015 at 21:35

    Oh I do want to learn about this form...thanks for introducing it.

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  6. J.N.T.27 September 2015 at 21:53

    ooh...i love the term for it! sounds like a Pokemon character's name...hehehe. and what joy to leave you with plenty of food while they're away!

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  7. Old Egg27 September 2015 at 22:03

    Carrying food and fruit interstate is a no-no in Australia isn't it? Lucky you. With regard to Gogyoshi I suppose it's best to try it see if you are comfortable writing in that form,

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  8. Jae Rose27 September 2015 at 22:14

    How touching - love is in actions..how we treat people and if you're a good cook that can be in the form of nurturing and giving meals...i am sure your friends would leave happy but i love the thought of leaving with a little piece of you too..

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  9. Steve King27 September 2015 at 22:50

    A very engaging form. I note that their gift to you inspired your gift to us in the poem. Very well done.
    Steve K.

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  10. Truedessa27 September 2015 at 23:49

    ha - the first thing that came to mind for me was "food for thought"..hope it is comfort food...Here's to a warm day..

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  11. brudberg28 September 2015 at 00:30

    Somehow this got me thinking of eating leftovers for weeks after I had guests.. :-)

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  12. kaykuala28 September 2015 at 01:04

    Change of plans obviously. Had been better to enjoy it all together but can't help it!

    Hank

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade28 September 2015 at 08:40

      The trouble with a short form, dear Hank, is that you can't go into detail. My friends were moving interstate, and off-loaded to me the uneaten contents of their pantry, which it was not practical to take on the plane.

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  13. De Jackson28 September 2015 at 02:10

    Awwww. Wistful sadness here. Well done.

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  14. Brother Ollie28 September 2015 at 03:45

    food and friends - rich and powerful themes - also what an authentic feeling

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  15. tonispencer28 September 2015 at 03:46

    So many times, when someone leaves (for whatever reason) there is that sadness the physical things that are left behind with the memories of love, happiness....and that makes the left behind things so very wistful and to makes us miss them more. This resonated with me.

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  16. Sanaa Rizvi28 September 2015 at 04:53

    Such a wonderful form :D love the wistfulness in this poem.

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  17. Myrna R.28 September 2015 at 07:14

    Sad always, to part from friends. But it sounds like you shared a good meal. I like the form.

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  18. humbird28 September 2015 at 07:22

    I can sense this double feeling....

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  19. Wendy Bourke28 September 2015 at 10:56

    An intriguing form. I will have to make a point of familiarizing myself with it. And your closing line is so clever ... definitely turned up the corners of my mouth.

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  20. Kerry O'Connor29 September 2015 at 01:23

    It is not nice to be left behind.

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