November 04, 2007

Loneliness Haiku

everywhere I turn,
a blur of birds
flying away


old friend's phone machine
with the voice of her husband,
now gone

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

20 comments:

Roswila said...
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Roswila said...

Love that image "a blur of birds..."

Jo said...

Both are very moving indeed.

Crafty Green Poet said...

the first is lovely, the photo too. The second is very moving.

paisley said...

oh the second one gave me chills.....

qualcosa di bello said...

both beautiful...the second moves me to tears.

spacedlaw said...

Oh the ache in the second one!

Ackworth Born said...

I especially like the first one.

tumblewords said...

Ah, these are lovely. Distinct emotions, seasons in each. Great!

AnnieElf said...

Painful and truly, deeply lonely.

AnnieElf said...

Deeply painful. A constant reminder of losses and an future reminder of moving on.

Ričardas said...

All sad moments have their happier side.
storks leave
fisher rests on the Nile
storks arrive

http://ricardo-haiku.blogspot.com/

get zapped said...

Deeply moving - the last one is so well put.

coconutannies said...

Great, tangible loneliness!

Plain Foolish said...

Both of these are so well done. The first is the feeling of fall, watching all the birds heading off to leave us to face the cold winter alone, but the second... oh, my.

Judy Brutz said...

The two haiku and the photo expressive of being left behind and the growing lonelieness. The birds flying away and the voice left of one who has gone on - each reflective othe other. Well done.

Cloudscome said...

a blur of birds... lovely.

Patois said...

That second one is really touching. And painful.

LittleWing said...

beautiful...yr 2nd ku is very close to home...let's just say after two years, she has yet to change the msg...his voice is still on the recording..

megan said...

good job...pulled on some heart strings...takes a while to say goodbye. recordings...audio or video...mean we choose when. a mixed blessing, perhaps?