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.)
and the graveyard wall at dusk –
distinctions blurring.
(Thanks as ever to the women of One Deep Breath
for their continuing inspiration.)
Wow. WOW! The equality of death. Outstanding!
ReplyDeleteCold sleep of bones. Souls soar high above.
ReplyDeleteHaunting haiku.
ReplyDeleteShelly,
ReplyDeleteI like this. Blurred distinctions of day to night, life to twilght to the darkness of the final resting place.
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I have to say, not my favorite time to be around a graveyard! However, the hiaku is amazing!
ReplyDeleteVery lovely photo and haiku. What better place to express twilight?
ReplyDeleteOoooh, 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!
ReplyDeleteI love how the cold brings tears and blurs the lines... or maybe the tears are for the wall...
ReplyDeleteon which side the light?
ReplyDeletedoes it welcome the just or
keep away evil?
evocative senryu,
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