#274 of 365 – 5 Haiku

5 Haiku

 

 

at five, I was king

in my garment of the gods

my red overalls

 

 

air, inedible

the haze and gunk of loss; death’s

anniversary

 

 

such a lone window

watching and waiting for my

siblings to come home

 

 

three years old, waiting

for my sister and brother

to come play with me

 

 

hours so heavy

with grieving, they are flattened

underneath the weight

 

 

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Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #274 of 365 – 5 Haiku

  1. pi314chron says:

    Mixed bag of wonder and ehh! Not a big fan of the second one; the others I would have thrown Mother from the train (symbolically!) to have written. The themes of waiting, a child’s make-believe, and unrelenting grief are very real and believable. Very nicely done, Merle!

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