roses lost in weeds–
her teacup filling again
with cold rain
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Rob Dingman
Rob Dingman is 62 years old; married (40 years) with two adult children and one grandchild. He served in the U.S. Air Force and the Army National Guard. He spent five years as a police officer and nine years as a N.Y.S. Correction Officer and is presently retired. In addition to reading and writing haiku he enjoys flower gardening and hiking. Rob has been writing haiku casually for nearly twenty years and seriously for the last three years. He is the author of one book: Tom: Conversations With a Modern Day Sage.
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Vivid, poignant poem of loss. A scene of both stasis and change. The survivor or caretaker is not ready to move on, but nature inevitably does. Beautifully penned.
A simply wonderful poem. I am always equally touched by the life stories/careers/backgrounds of contributors, which are interesting works of art unto themselves.
A well-depicted sense of sadness, loss and even a touch of madness here (the teacup made me think of the Mad Hatter's tea party) I really like this gothic haiku.
Vivid, poignant poem of loss. A scene of both stasis and change. The survivor or caretaker is not ready to move on, but nature inevitably does. Beautifully penned.
A simply wonderful poem. I am always equally touched by the life stories/careers/backgrounds of contributors, which are interesting works of art unto themselves.
broken teacup
thorns are restored
to the roses
Haunting, very beautiful haiku. Feeling that cold rain and loss.
Wow.
A well-depicted sense of sadness, loss and even a touch of madness here (the teacup made me think of the Mad Hatter's tea party) I really like this gothic haiku.
marion
Love this so much. Such romantic images and feelings.
Excellent! Just the right amount of poignancy.
Alan