Thursday, October 30, 2014

Departed Soul




on her death bed
she hears him smiling
circle of life



waves wash over
stones ground to nothing
ebb and flow of life



arrayed in splendor
leaves fall and crumble 
life fade




all our hopes crushed 
ten fingers reach toward heaven
no fetal heartbeat

(for my child)


6 comments:

  1. A very moving series of haiku ...

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  2. I could sense the pangs of death in your words...wonderfully done !

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  3. Thanks - glad the pangs came through.

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  4. Such an ache through this whole series -- hearing the smile was brilliant -- but the last one broke my heart.

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  5. Poignant series! Thank you for sharing!

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