The curtains have closed,
And not two minutes later,
The phones are ringing.
The box is so small;
The bearers don't have to strain
On that final march.
my heart is pounding,
head throbs, pulsing on the left
and I can't quite breathe...
Thursday, 8 May 2008
Three Haiku
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The first two just came to me after/during my nan's funeral last week.
The final one just came to me...
These are great! Thanks for sharing them.
So sorry about your nan. Haiku actually remind me of my grandma. She was a poet, but claimed to not know of haiku... I told her about them and we sat outside at the Arboretum and made some up. That is such a fond memory.
The final one makes me think you could use a little Yoga... let me know if I can help with that. ;)
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