an unsettledness (senryu)

Bad memories triggered by sauteed onions?? Interesting. I love these short Japanese forms, as you can pack so much into so little. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"Three things that take forever to get here: birthday, Christmas, and the pizza delivery boy." - Garfield the Cat

even though I don´t have an inkling as to why it is the smell of onions (of all things) that reminds you of your home, I can relate to "old memories...best forgot". The form, needless to say, is flawless. Yours, ~Nina

then it must be! I wouldn't know, the japanese form somehow just goes right over my head. maybe I just don't have the patience... but I can say that I like this as a poem, so much said with so few words, wonderful. I could even smell the onions. dear Chuck, you seem to have woven some magic into this piece, hmm? your Proprietress

well past the pleasant threshold. Well stated. In ink, Dabbler

Yes, it is a lovely form & pensive always I think... this one really pokes me, I love it when the last line pushes you over like this one does... I get such a sense of shifting history & loss in the calmest, most subtle way Anni I wish to walk gracefully..... so as not to spill water.

Jack de Manio (GB - 1950's) used to put on some fried onions whenever he had anyone visit him, regardless of what he was going to serve, it made everyone say oh what a good smell! And here in Norway the food smells of onions where the food in France smells of garlic! Home it is for them. The smell of onions also conjures up other smells........best forgot? This is great fun too this senryu, as Nina condones its authenticity. Yours Ann