#371 – 3 Haiku

3 Haiku

 

defeat comes quickly

like a hard right to the face

when my hands drop down

 

 

 

from the high branches

summertime felt endless and

my childhood safe

 

 

 

the minutes explode

frustrations of parenting

an angry teen girl

 

 

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Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #371 – 3 Haiku

  1. pi314chron says:

    All marvelous but I’ll home in on the one that means the most to me. Your second haiku speaks to a perpetual place of safety and security…themes that I visit over and over in my haiku. I’ve picked out five that illustrate the point — all center around a bed of grapevine where two friends and I spent hours and hours in the summer………….and the chinaberry tree in our back yard where I could hide from mother and read anything I wanted — not all the best literature!

    The shortlinks to the five haiku are:

    http://wp.me/p2GyyJ-1eg
    http://wp.me/p2GyyJ-1z9
    http://wp.me/p2GyyJ-SO
    http://wp.me/p2GyyJ-Ss
    http://wp.me/p2GyyJ-eS

    So nice to know that you and I both can both “get high” metaphorically without the dangers of the more usual connotation. *g*

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