i.
indigo evening
just five torchlights between us
history lights the way
ii.
the mausoleum
a trolley of dead lilies
porcelain faces
iii.
granite monuments
threaten the sky. beneath, the
water table stirs.
iv.
lives unravel
celebrated, secrets spilled.
does shame fade away?
v.
life's fitful fever
infant mortaility rate
unforgiving times
Ian Row
3 comments:
Lovely. I almost smelled the fresh-turned earth in the evening air.
- Otto von Herringbite
great haiku suite,ian, like otto, i felt i was there!
cathy
oh thank you! truth be known i'm quite pleased with it (and myself) [:-)
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