Silver light shimmers
On grass bending to the breeze
Swaying green river.
Haiku
Words of wonder
Blackbird
Trying to relax
I hear the blackbird singing
Balm for my spirit
Blossoming Haiku
Pebble path leads me
Blue blossom bursts into bud
Garden glows anew
Blue bush is blossoming
Hearts under the hammer
There are some things that are just too sad to write stories about and so I write Haiku.
Scored in syllables
Sharp shards of sorrow spill out
solaced by sharing.
One of these is the auction of of my parents’ possessions, relics of my past. The setting was ironic ~ an old school, and the weather was in tune with my feelings ~ the heavens hurling their hurt on the deserted playground.
The timing could not have been worse, viewing on what would have been my father’s 89th birthday. There is no happy ending here, a family stripped of its history under a hammer, and the grieving just goes deeper.
Some of the antique dolls mum lovingly collected over the years
The cemetery
Lawned garden of grief
Compassion captured in stone
Focus for our tears
Jewish cemetery in Krakow
The Grave ~ Haiku
The Grave
Sandy patch of earth
No name, no stone, no flowers
Blossom weeps for him.
Haiku
As it is National Poetry Month I thought I would write a Haiku. Traditionally the Haiku has 17 syllables divided into 3 parts, the first with 5 syllables, the second with 7 syllables and the last with 5 syllables. The Japanese Haiku is written in one long line whereas the English Haiku is written in 3 lines. Generally the Haiku is written about nature or the seasons and the words paint the picture in the reader’s mind. The Haiku should appeal to the senses and encourage the reader to meditate on the topic. Mine captures the moment the fishing ends ………..
Sun sets, fishing stops
Herons hover overhead
Fish glide into reeds
Heavenhappens 