#334 of 365 – 4 Haiku

4 Haiku

 

 

hands, old with grieving

gently touch the memories

wall of fallen souls

 

 

 

eyes wading in grief

warm, naked with loneliness

and longing for joy

 

 

 

soft change in her breaths

dreams creep in under glasses

she falls asleep in

 

 

 

next to her, I watch

the beauty of her sleeping

where she knows she’s loved

 

 

 

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4 Responses to #334 of 365 – 4 Haiku

  1. pi314chron says:

    You got it all together in these four, Merle! There is a maturity in haiku expression that amazes me. Honestly, neither you nor I always exhibit that maturity but these are worthy of a haiku master who has been writing for 30 years or so. Now…that said…in the last haiku, I would strongly suggest that the word “just” is intrusive to the rhythm and serves no good poetic purpose. If you will read the haiku aloud WITH the word and again WITHOUT it, I believe (and hope) you will agree. Again, marvelous work, Merle! ❤

  2. Fig Tree Chance says:

    Wow, I never cease to be impressed. I especially like the 2nd one–“eyes wading in grief” is exceptional; and the image in the 3rd is wonderful, “dreams creeping under glasses”. It’s all fab.

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