Don has a wonderful touch especially about life and death matters —- I highly recommend his latest book, Yield to the Willow which showcases his unique haiku voice
And whether neglect or generations moving away, or passing on, a local graveyard becomes even quieter.
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unlacing the shoe
on his sole
mud from the gravesite
Alan Summers
Blithe Spirit Vol. 6 No. 3 (1996); Does Fish-God Know (YTBN Press 2012)
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This could be just after a burial and a relative has lingered a moment longer than the rest of the congregation at the side of their loved one. Really touching, Don.
June 17th, 2015 at 9:30 am
Oh, my goodness! I am amazed by your poem's emotional impact.
It's alright . . .
It's alright now . . .
Rest . . .
June 17th, 2015 at 9:50 am
Don has a wonderful touch especially about life and death matters —- I highly recommend his latest book, Yield to the Willow which showcases his unique haiku voice
June 17th, 2015 at 11:31 am
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finally
the graveyard, too,
abandoned
—DON WENTWORTH
And whether neglect or generations moving away, or passing on, a local graveyard becomes even quieter.
.
.
unlacing the shoe
on his sole
mud from the gravesite
Alan Summers
Blithe Spirit Vol. 6 No. 3 (1996); Does Fish-God Know (YTBN Press 2012)
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June 17th, 2015 at 12:37 pm
Resonant! Thank you. One of my new favorites.
June 17th, 2015 at 7:16 pm
Don,
Like this ku a lot.
Most poignant
June 17th, 2015 at 7:50 pm
Dear Don,
It is a beautiful haiku. It means a lot!
June 18th, 2015 at 10:09 pm
Truly haunting Don. The use of "too" at the cesura evokes such wabi melancholy. Powerful and effective haiku.
Thank you for sharing
Strider
June 23rd, 2015 at 12:03 am
This could be just after a burial and a relative has lingered a moment longer than the rest of the congregation at the side of their loved one. Really touching, Don.
marion
July 8th, 2015 at 12:17 pm
I think it's my favourite haiku of all your works. All in our world will abandon. This haiku means a lot.
June 2nd, 2016 at 2:10 pm
Beautifully written. Such a haunting sadness informs the words.
Death claims family and friends, sends them to the graveyard, the last resting place.
But "O grave where is thy victory? O death where is thy sting?"
The graveyard is abandoned too. Life moves on.