i shall not mind now
that you are dead ( to me now)
i love our children…
.
haiku
i shall not mind now
that you are dead ( to me now)
i love our children…
.
haiku
i knew him before
he died
inside
just like
his
father
before him
.
haiku
.
the original title of this haiku
root canal
nothing in my mum’s
life came easy especially
her belief in me
.
haiku
i used to know my sister
til i knew her too well
i don’t miss her
.
i used to work as a school teacher
i learned to show and not tell
i don’t miss this either
.
i used to paint fine art pictures
i’d stick them up on walls to sell
not one was a keeper
.
i let them all go
used up
i used to try to think
i used to be a dreamer
i stopped
i started
to linger
in liminal places
erasing these faces
i surrender
to a sweeter power
and
i woke up to be her
but who is she, ma belle?
.
not a haiku
.
NaPoWriMo day 21 prompt:-
write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question.
between them & two
sisters sit i legs crossed lips
stitched nondescript seed
.
haiku
saunter of pasture
ambush of red musk rose
amongst flowers wild
.
haiku
he tattooed his skin
all beyond recognition
his sweet mother wept
.
haiku
she only wanted sons
but bore 3 daughters
.
she couldn’t bear their
laughter ever after
.
not a haiku
i’m god’s son and god’s
a woman and so am i
so there’s no difference
.
haiku
i speak with the sun
converse with flower spirits;
dirt-elves beneath feet
.
haiku