Haiku Journey

Short, long, summary of a life


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Ashamed…

Hang your head in shame,
promise of home and freedom,
Lady of Liberty, trumped.

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Cry out!

Why must These tears fall,
crying, crying, into the night –
missing… missing… we have lost them,
lost them all.

Wheel of time,
you’ve hardly turned before they’re gone.
Turn back, turn back and restore,
restore to me mine!

I will hold you, hold you ever,
in thought, in prayer, in sighing breath,
my child, my sister, father, mother, brother, lover —
here, here in my heart living ever.
Here in my heart,
live forever.
Here…
And still I cry!


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Passing

Early spring rains,
Your cherry blossom iridescence.
Lost on the ground.

Passing of friends is always too early. There is no age at which death doesn’t leave us thinking this is too soon. Nor any death that is too sudden. It doesn’t matter whether terminal illness should have prepared us mentally or whether a full and long life leaves rich memories.

Cherry blossoms surprise us with their unfolding beauty and before we’ve had our fill of them the first cold rain of spring strips them away, returning them to the earth.