empty house
the deaths hiding
in the clock
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Ernest Wit
Ernest Wit is an award-winning poet whose work has appeared in many haiku anthologies and journals including Modern Haiku, Frogpond, Acorn, and The Heron's Nest. Author of books of poems: "Bitter Wind", "Towards Light", "Black and White", "Singing the World a Prima Vista", "The Touch of the Intanglible", "A Hundred Likes". He runs a blog of his previously published and unpublished haiku at www.withaiku.blogspot.com and a publication on Substack at ernestwithaiku.substack.com.
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All our deaths are hiding in the clock…
Wonderful poem.
…the heart beats, the clock ticks, slow march to the inevitable end.
Very gothic – an enjoyable one, Ernest.
marion
Good one. Strong and striking. This will stick with me.
Just as in the old grandfather clock my Polish grandparents put all their old records- birth, death, marriage certificates. Clever haiku!