I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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14 November 2016

Festival Haiku


music speeds
her red shoes stamp
flamenco


mist rises like smoke 
we order wood-fired pizza


parade at sunset 
siblings make a lantern
for the dead boy









Linking to the Tuesday Platform for Dec 6 2016 at 'imaginary garden with real toads'
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7 comments:

  1. Anonymous15 November 2016 at 10:26

    Oh what wonder

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  2. Rommy7 December 2016 at 11:16

    All of the feelings of a jolly festival in those first two verses, but that last one...the images of youth and revelry are crushed under the hard truth.

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  3. Marian7 December 2016 at 21:13

    Oh those last lines...

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  4. brudberg7 December 2016 at 22:27

    That closing lines... reminds me of the Tsunami in 2004.

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  5. debi7 December 2016 at 22:38

    Makes me think of stages of life.

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  6. Gillena Cox8 December 2016 at 00:18

    luv the celebratory aspect of life in your haiku sequence

    much love...

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  7. Kerry O'Connor8 December 2016 at 04:49

    The final haiku is haunting.

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