A Week Of My Life

. . . from the year-long haiku journal I wrote for my daughter.

 

 

 

calliope song

a little girl and her dog

licking ice cream drips

 

     all day geese fading

     into the gray autumn light

     and then their voices

 

on the widow's porch

squirrel-nibbled wicker chairs

keep unraveling

 

     my father's old knife

     still sharp after all these years

     blood drops on the peach

 

asking forgiveness

for having no grave to give

possum in the road

 

     in my unmade bed

     a moth between two wrinkles

     settles in to sleep

 

under a pine bough

the homeless cat licking frost

from between his toes

 

 





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2014-12-14 at 17:29

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This is so beautiful! And what a lovely memory for a daughter to have. I love haiku, but I especially like them when they seem to follow a theme, one after another.
2014-12-17



I especially like the way the stanzas are alternately indented. It gives the poem a sort of spirally, weaving look and feel. Each haiku seems to latch on to the next seamlessly and naturally. I really like the third haiku and I can picture those unraveling wicker chairs and the voracious squirrels who lunch on them.

Well done indeed. Your daughter will always cherish these, as will we readers.
2014-12-14


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Lovely

Elle x
2014-12-14