Friday, July 14, 2017

Childish Things (in Haiku/Senryu)

These haiku were inspired by a day of too much news (ah, Junior, Junior, if only you could have found your own way) and a beautiful, intense, heartfelt conversation with friends over lunch, of families and how we survive them...

[first word]
still rattling around
the ribcage


each of us her own
[language hopelessly]
worst enemy


a child's [redacted]
so cold [shiver
of recognition]

1 comment:

  1. First word; each of us her own; a child's.

    __ I should leave things untouched, but often, imagination concurs to overcome my inner rule. Here, re-arranged, are these fore-written lines from your collage. _m