#389 – 4 Haiku

4 Haiku 


a skill I’ve mastered

from years of sudden practice

changing my flat tires



sometimes I can’t shake

the shadows that follow so

close my every move



old leather falls ‘round

shoulders no longer broad, but

still holding her close



trips and travels yet

to be had; dreams on display

Sears luggage section





About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #389 – 4 Haiku

  1. Ron says:

    Very nice, Merle. One is especially poignant and self-revelatory if one has a little background.
    These are my favorite kind of poems, and I’m blessed to know the poet and call her my friend! 🙂


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