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spring vineyard
stone farmhouse pockmarked
with mortar shells
—BRUCE H. FEINGOLD
I'm reminded of all those lovely French houses destroyed during WWII, and the ongoing destruction around the world by certain people and countries wanting power, and even more money out of war.
So sad…
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a people’s moon
the song of blackbirds
in every trench
cobweb moon
a man’s opening lines
fill with mortar
Alan Summers
Two haikai verses from the Ticking Moon sequence
Bones – journal for contemporary haiku no. 7 July 2015
May 20th, 2020 at 9:09 am
.
spring vineyard
stone farmhouse pockmarked
with mortar shells
—BRUCE H. FEINGOLD
I'm reminded of all those lovely French houses destroyed during WWII, and the ongoing destruction around the world by certain people and countries wanting power, and even more money out of war.
So sad…
*
a people’s moon
the song of blackbirds
in every trench
cobweb moon
a man’s opening lines
fill with mortar
Alan Summers
Two haikai verses from the Ticking Moon sequence
Bones – journal for contemporary haiku no. 7 July 2015
May 20th, 2020 at 5:57 pm
It is indeed sad. We saw many of those stone farmhouses in Provence and also in Normandy.
Terrible reminder of man's inhumanity to man.
May 21st, 2020 at 6:11 am
__ Seeing this new life, as it graces the old, we honor and learn from where… we grew. _m
green vines grace
this historic stone farmhouse
life of now