a river behind the graveyard forget-me-nots


10 Responses

  1. Jean LeBlanc Says:


  2. Peter Newton Says:

    the living always in the background of the dead
    the dead always in the thoughts of the living
    and adding to the voice of the river
    are these small flowers who speak for us
    the living and the dead saying the same thing

    (that's what this compact one-liner brings to mind for me anyway, thanks Chen-ou)

  3. sanjuktaa Says:

    Very lovely!

  4. greenlightlady Says:

    Poignant and lovely.

  5. polona Says:

    warm and peaceful are not adjectives usually associated with graveyards but this poem gives me such a feel

  6. haikuapprentice Says:

    Beautiful image Chen-Ou. Where I used to live there was no river and our block was too steep for a water feature. We chose instead to craft a meandering creek out of forget me nots. Your poem takes me back there with a wistful poignancy. The graveyard of our dreams, scorched under an Australian sun. Yet there is also a real sense of optimism in your image. Forget me nots self seed prolifically and spring up each season. There indeed is eternal life.


  7. Alan Summers Says:

    Very atmospheric.

    warm regards,


  8. jeff hoagland Says:

    I want to be right THERE

  9. seaviewwarrenpoint Says:

    A wonderful scene you have created here, Chen-ou, and one which is surprisingly warm considering the location. The river reminds us of the eternal flow of life and the forget-me-nots are a great choice of flower for this ku! Lovely.


  10. Ellen Grace Olinger Says:

    Beautiful haiku.

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