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

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'


  1. 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.

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

  3. Makes me think of stages of life.

  4. luv the celebratory aspect of life in your haiku sequence

    much love...