February 05, 2007

Haiku - Dusk


Eye-watering cold
and the graveyard wall at dusk –
distinctions blurring.

(Thanks as ever to the women of One Deep Breath
for their continuing inspiration.)

11 comments:

Annie Jeffries said...

Wow. WOW! The equality of death. Outstanding!

paris parfait said...

Fantastic haiku - evoking the spectre of death amidst all those old headstones, etc. - well done!

Anonymous said...

Cold sleep of bones. Souls soar high above.

Crafty Green Poet said...

Haunting haiku.

rel said...

Shelly,
I like this. Blurred distinctions of day to night, life to twilght to the darkness of the final resting place.
rel

Regina said...

I have to say, not my favorite time to be around a graveyard! However, the hiaku is amazing!

Anonymous said...

Very lovely photo and haiku. What better place to express twilight?

angie said...

Ooooh, excellent! You did not even need that (awesome) photo with these (perfect) words. I love this poem, especially (and this may seems strange) but I like "blurring" because it's of-the-moment, as twilight occurs. Great!

Andromeda Jazmon said...

I love how the cold brings tears and blurs the lines... or maybe the tears are for the wall...

Anonymous said...

on which side the light?
does it welcome the just or
keep away evil?

Anonymous said...

evocative senryu,