Maple

the tall maple is a shimmering yellow

the deep crunch beneath my feet

sounds mournful still

its twin to the left

was being gnawed at by rot

and had to be removed

since then I haven’t had the heart

to poach its sticky syrup

I will never forget the gasp escaping the earth

as huge sections of the trunk was felled

the house shook

Pat R

10/13/20

For dVerse Poets Pub… an interesting prompt this week where Sarah is hosting – Three little words. Stop by to read or participate here

My choice : Sticky. Left. Gasp

Conversations

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She came to visit on a peaceful saturday evening. Meandering conversations about everyday things, morphed into events of childhood and upbringing.

The traumas and dramas, the love and conflicts. Families and their decisions made out of love, that is truly misunderstood by the young minds they were meant to  shield.
 
Then came reflections on this life changing sorrow. There are moments caught between heart-beats, that goes the way of time. There is no changing it. There is no revisiting it And its one true quality is that it is everlasting.

This was one of those moments. After the revelation it just hung in the air.

a mother’s grief –
in remembrance
through decades, she kept
the last T-shirt he wore,
bullet hole intact

Pat R

2/16/20

For dVerse Poets Pub where Kim is hosting and the phrase to be incorporated in the response is
” There are moments caught between heart-beats”

Sense of Loss

fall colors gone
bare branches stalk gray skies –
sense of loss

Pat R

6/08/17

Inspired by:

Even a breeze may fail me
When I desire it.
Little I should grieve,
If only, sure of its coming,
I could await even a breeze
© Princess Kagami

&

through tears
cherry blossoms scattered
by the breeze
© Chèvrefeuille

For

Carpe Diem Haiku

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.co.uk/2017/06/carpe-diems-time-travel-ancient.html?m=1

Bedside Vigilance

BLEEDING HEARTS

bedside vigilance
time moving forward unphased
shift in my universe

PR

8/09/15

Inspired by

bedside vigilance
the scarf she never finished
slowly unravels

© Lolly

For further reading and other responses follow link

 http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2015/08/carpe-diem-special-160-lollys-2nd.html?m=1

Tears Falling

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Carpe Diem Utabukuro #4 tears falling

It in no way felt like the end was near.  As it turned out I had pried his last words from him.
“Pop, I’m going to Vegas, wish me luck”, no response.
“Pops did you hear what I said?”, I asked.
After a while he answered, “Ookay”.

I headed for the airport and was on the way to the terminal gate. Then came the call. My mirror image had passed on.

1
there he laid
I couldn’t look at him in that box
ashes to ashes

2
tears falling
I couldn’t look at him in that box
chose alive image

PR
8/09/15

Inspiration:

Our host writes,

“….Haiku can be soothing in times of sorrow and sadness … so write/compose your haiku straight from your heart…”

on his grave
a vase full of colorful flowers
to honor him

(c) Chèvrefeuille

For further reading on prompt please follow below:

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2015/07/carpe-diem-utabukuro-4-tears-falling.html?m=1