the ashes of the
burned-out city want to be
soil not soil
... and occasional Tanka. Started after a competition on the unbound.co.uk blog (see #1 and #2). This year attempting to write a Haiku every day using a seasonal kigo - 366 Haiku a Day.
ghosts ghosts ghosts ghosts ghosts
ghosts ghosts ghosts ghosts ghosts ghosts ghosts
so hard to repeat
and looking at the words now
do they look strange to you too?
a man and goose chat
backdrop of low mist in park
morning pleasantries
drops of water in
the coat of a small black cat
no wonder it frowns
i spend much of my
time imagining your death -
ev’ry single way.
because what we imagine
cannot possibly happen.
so when i look sad
it’s because I've re-lived your
death once more again -
but this way you will live on.
this.
for immortality.
concrete cell background
why would you choose this on teams?
austere-thetic
2pm outside
inside it feels like evening
and sleep clouds your mind
in the Greek Islands
escaping the fall of leaves
for hot autumn sun
Written for the Tricycle October 2023 Haiku Challenge using the Autumn season word, autumn sun.