subway explosions —
on the Rhine ferry
strangers talk
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Angelika Wienert
Angelika Wienert, born 1956 in North Rhine Westfalia (Germany) where I still live. I try to write haiku since 2002.
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Hi Angelika,
Lovely one!
Your ku brought back all the memories of that day to my mind….
My son had just taken up his first job in London and we heard the news on TV – our frantic calls to him.
Even after we heard his voice . . . the anxiety remained.
– kala
Hi Angelika,
Lovely one!
Your ku brought back all the memories of that day to my mind….
My son had just taken up his first job in London and we heard the news on TV – our frantic calls to him.
Even after we heard his voice . . . the anxiety remained.
– kala
Vivid.
-Where are their homesw
and where are their families?!
-Here and nowhere…
million on
500 trains
today, 2 minutes of silence
A day that needs to be remembered, so thank you Angela.
Flower petals fall
On graves of centuries past
While bombs burn your heart
I wrote this sitting in the churchyard just off Piccadilly Square under a huge old magnolia tree in blossom.
one over the bridge
blackbirds in flight
one beneath the bridge