surrounding
the quiet bungalow
yellow crime scene tape
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Joanne Morcom
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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joanne,
nicely done. below, the second scene of this haiku
movie.
yee
moonlit clouds…
the detectives
dust for fingerprints
joanne,
nicely done. below, the second scene of this haiku
movie.
yee
moonlit clouds…
the detectives
dust for fingerprints
Thanks, yee. I love your moonlit”” haiku. It’s right up my dark alley!
Joanne”
continued;
moon glints on knifeblade
fallen in the garden,covered
with blood stains
After crying
to heaven murder,
the deathly silence
dead , , , silence. . .
moon goes
behind the clouds
-kala
in a pool of blood
the pale moon
even paler
jailed bird
the cherry in orchard
are nor seeing that is blowing
a dark star
above
the death house
at water’s edge
waves roll over…
a body, face down
low tide~
a penny found
face first in sand
low tide~
the lost coin
face first in sand
don’t know which is better, so I will write both.
The dog, all alone
in the bungalow
the killers left
new brood
on this spring morning–
twenty fluffy yellow ducklings