I received nice feedback on the poem I wrote about Koyoshi.
The inspiration for this poem came from the childhood memories of my friend Greensleeves, whose mother also wrote a beautiful, haunting haiku about Koyoshi that you can see in the comments section of this post.
Sometimes, I write even when I have nothing to say, and it shows.
Other times, something I see, hear or read elicits a feeling that rises up from deep within me, and the only way I can be at peace is if I set this feeling down in words.
That was the effect the story of Koyoshi had on me.