a thousand dreams
yet, this one —
ashes in the breeze
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Jeffrey Winke
Jeffrey Winke lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin in a suburban condo mere blocks from Lake Michigan. He writes haiku, haibun, and articles about heavy equipment moving dirt.
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a powerful poem, immediately drawing each reader into their own experiences… multi~layered and moving. I see the ashes of one dear scattering, the ashes of a burned house, wafting… so many possibilities but also personal, the core experience of the poet is strong. “yet, this one” especially stops us, in memorial of that dream…
a powerful poem, immediately drawing each reader into their own experiences… multi~layered and moving. I see the ashes of one dear scattering, the ashes of a burned house, wafting… so many possibilities but also personal, the core experience of the poet is strong. “yet, this one” especially stops us, in memorial of that dream…
mist sifting down from a slate-grey sky
city dawn
a powerful poem, immediately drawing each reader into their own experiences… multi~layered and moving. I see the ashes of one dear scattering, the ashes of a burned house, wafting… so many possibilities but also personal, the core experience of the poet is strong. “yet, this one” especially stops us, in memorial of that dream…
bittersweet
we all go through it
When the light is low, we find the intense spot and thrive again.
mist sifting down from a slate-grey sky
city dawn
a powerful poem, immediately drawing each reader into their own experiences… multi~layered and moving. I see the ashes of one dear scattering, the ashes of a burned house, wafting… so many possibilities but also personal, the core experience of the poet is strong. “yet, this one” especially stops us, in memorial of that dream…
bittersweet
we all go through it
When the light is low, we find the intense spot and thrive again.
the core experience of the poet is strong
Indeed very well said…:)