#294 of 365 – 5 Haiku

5 Haiku

 

 

such tiny steps, he

discovers what we just don’t

notice anymore

 

 

 

his little legs dragged

through his exploring; his hand

in his big sister’s

 

 

 

I can’t see beyond

hatred’s viscera to where

we’re all connected

 

 

bare tiny feet, run

just like we did, except for

the blown up buildings

 

 

 

running with babies

some cry from the noise and smoke

some already limp

 

 

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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3 Responses to #294 of 365 – 5 Haiku

  1. pi314chron says:

    So sad. You captured the stark cruelty of war with the eye of a professional photographer… and still…the sadness…………………………………………………………… 😦

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