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This is a product of our Wednesday Writers group, following some discussion on the Haiku form. It’s remarkable how much emotion can be distilled into a 5-7-5 syllable, 3-line poem. It’s brevity at its best. Ashley Capes wonders, “Do haiku essentially say nothing beautifully, or say beautiful things with just a few words?”

There are many nuances and tangents with haiku, depending on the subject matter and effect the author wants to create. Mine tend to the Senryu, which focuses on humanity, sometimes with satire. I set out to create one haiku, but ended with a series around a theme.

I wasn’t able to share this with the group at the time, but I think I can leave it here now.

I don’t believe in
Ghosts, but I am certainly
Haunted. You rise again.

Glow from my burning
past warms only my outer shell.
The heart remains cold.

It is hard to think.
You sat just here, smiling or drunk.
Ash does not recline.

I wake. never sure
what day it is, week, month, year.
Death bends time on itself.

I should write something
that is not sad, so my smile
will match my words.

I was betrayed once
For many years. The surprise
Still waits when I wake.

A cold day in hell,
Or just Missouri weather.
I’ll not take you back.

In the end, we are
Fish mouths, closing and open.
The air escapes us.

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