less water in the vase
than yesterday
nursing home
Published by
Jennifer Hambrick
A four-time Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee, Jennifer Hambrick won the 2020 Sheila-Na-Gig Pres Poetry Prize, won First Place in the 2018 Haiku Society of America's Haibun Award Competition, won First Place in the 2021 Martin Lucas Haiku Competition, and authored the collections In the High Weeds, winner of the Stevens Manuscript Award from the National Federation of State Poetry Societies; Joyride (Red Moon Press), winner of the Marianne Bluger Book Award from Haiku Canada; and Unscathed (NightBallet Press). She has won numerous other awards for her work, which has been published in The Columbia Review, The American Journal of Poetry, The Santa Clara Review, Maryland Literary Review, POEM, the Red Moon Press haiku and contemporary haibun anthologies, Modern Haiku Press’ Haiku 20xx anthologies of “Notable Ku,” Modern Haiku, The Heron’s Nest, Mayfly, Frogpond, Contemporary Haibun Online, and in dozens of other journals and invited anthologies worldwide. A classical musician and public radio broadcaster and multimedia producer, Jennifer Hambrick lives in Columbus. View all posts by Jennifer Hambrick
An astute observation, Jennifer. Every detail gains an enormous significant in hospitals, nursing homes and hospices.
marion
Thank you, Marion. You're absolutely right. Health care venues are among those liminal spaces where there's intense overlap of all dimensions of life – birth, death, and everything in between resonates in profound ways.
__ They know, and care for their creations, life's vase is full.
New buds; smiles fill these flowered eyes; the offspring. _m
A thoughtful haiku. Keen observation by the poet is highly appreciated.
fragrance of love
carefully the flower preserves
in foggy morning
she gently nurses the wounds
of deep misunderstanding
Pravat Kumar Padhy
Publication Credit: Atlas Poetica 19, 2014
Thank you, Pravat.
Scents of affection
Spilling all over
my mind and soul
Heart hugs silence.
Wow.
Thank you, Jean.
I liked the entire thought process and especially the way in which it was presented. Based on what I liked I have a few words to say
dried leaves
falling on green grass
tree growing old
Thank you so much.
And the clock is ticking down…. Goosepimples!
Quite right, Sabra. Ticking down for all of us. Thank you.
Straddling the line between nurture and neglect… What a stunning thing to capture. Brava!
So beautiful and perfect, Jennifer!
Thank you so much for your kind words.
Some place between a smile and a grimace I find beauty here – Thanks! Jim