Inked Sighs


Sadness masks the moon’s sheen tonight,
when before its steady torch wrote me
lines in a letter.
Tears breach my stern
hand; though a heaviness
marks my incomplete thoughts.
Now they are dried in ink stains;
I cannot see without the moon.
Without the moon, I cannot see you.

Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

15 thoughts on “Inked Sighs”

  1. Hi Anita,

    I love the oriental feel of this poem/picture combination, the moon image being typical of traditional haiga.

    ‘Inked Sighs’ puts me in mind of courtly lovers in ancient Japan. They would have experienced the same joys and sorrows as their modern day counterparts, of course.

    My very best,


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