Joanne Morcom is a published poet and retired social worker who lives in Calgary, Alberta. She posts her poetry on her Facebook and on X, formerly known as Twitter.
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An unexpected drawing
out of the window pane:
she herself
An unexpected drawing
out of the window pane:
she herself
Boston Symphony
coffee at Copley Plaza–
night before she jumped
years passers-by
but the same photo
in her bedroom
I took the last photos
…. before her
car crash death
Not just the rhythm, but even the graphic shape of the haiku seem to picture an endlessness.
spring, her open doors
death stalks —
i dare to breathe
widow’s death
her bali bamboo bell
beats through the night
christmas shopping
old man with photoframe
in a queue
rain, rain, rain
pounding on my door …
the winds whisper, “there’s more”
–
street-light
through my darken window —
tree’s shadow flee through the storm