Joyce Clement's haiku has been published in a variety of online and print journals and anthologies. She was a featured poet in A New Resonance 7: Emerging Voices in English-Language Haiku (Red Moon Press), and her book Beyond My View, received a Haiku Society of America's Merit Book Award. She was also a 2014 Haiku Foundation Touchstone Award winner. Since 2011, Joyce has served as a director of The Haiku Circle, an annual gathering of haiku poets held each June in Northfield, MA. Born & raised in upstate New York, she has lived & worked in central Connecticut for the last 30 years.
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I imagined a scenario here. This narrator's partner/loved one has missed her birthday yet again. The sterile appearance of these roses that have been cultivated especially for sale in a supermarket or garage makes them seem like an afterthought. I sense the narrator would have preferred a timely rose plucked from the garden with all its imperfections.
__ Ah, that cycle of time; a flower garden. _m
time's circle
as its words meet
the lilac
today's rain
each drop falls
sincere
Yes, yes, YES! Perfection!
the rose garden
one begins to remember
faded promses
such articulation of promises promises. No covering up the beauty of this poem.
What went away from mind,
trying to recall the same,
since being late
As of now everything seems to be the same.
I imagined a scenario here. This narrator's partner/loved one has missed her birthday yet again. The sterile appearance of these roses that have been cultivated especially for sale in a supermarket or garage makes them seem like an afterthought. I sense the narrator would have preferred a timely rose plucked from the garden with all its imperfections.
marion