ceiling mirror
between screams I see
my child being born

 

 

 

 

 

Shiki Monthly Kukai, February, 2011


11 Responses

  1. Helen Buckingham Says:

    Wow. Some experiences need no embellishment. Perfect.

  2. kala ramesh Says:

    Thanks a ton, Helen
    :)

  3. pbergonzi Says:

    Yeah, wow!

  4. @andreochka Says:

    Stunning poem, Kala! Really enjoyed.

  5. Alan Summers Says:

    Good strong honest haiku, thank you.

    Alan, With Words

  6. Barbara A Taylor Says:

    good one, Kala

    peace and love

  7. kala ramesh Says:

    Thanks a lot.
    Really happy you were all able to relate to this
    :)

  8. Christopher Pickslay Says:

    hushed voices
    metal on metal
    my daughter's first cry

  9. tygrbill Says:

    we buried our child
    in a little wooden box
    the ground wet with rain

  10. shaheen Says:

    kala words are always soothing specially in our part of the world

    tiny toy knife amulet
    stringed around his neck
    gunfires on birth

  11. Interim Management Says:

    Yeah, this is great. I love this…..

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