Feed me, mother said,
mouth open like
a baby bird,
bread crumbs on the bed.
Spent shells fall to ground,
Redtail hawk drops
from the sky,
Child runs and
hides.
Smeared blood, tearful face
The little bird wouldn’t die
Only a
sparrow.
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22 comments:
I love Haiku. They are so pared down. So elemental. Well done, Yvonne.
Liza,
Thank you so much.
I'm struck by the sadness contained in the first haiku, where it is the mother, not a child, that asks to be fed.
Despair written in devastatingly beautiful bits, especially the last haiku... heartbreaking.
Thanks so much Rommmy and Magaly. We often doubt ourselves, as I'm sure you know.
Very powerful series.
Thank you for visiting Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. A nice series of haiku you have shared here with us.
I sense sadness in all three haiku. Very touching.
Each of these is very moving. The first and third especially. Wonderfully done.
Unknown....I wish you weren't unknown to me.
Thank for coming here.
Love the strong emotions in these... truly wonderful.
Kristjaan,
I'm happy to have met Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, and thank you.
Kim
It is there, yet. Thanks.
Sherry,
Thanks so much.
Brudberg, Thank you!
Yes, that first one really struck me... a mother begging to be fed
Beautifully poignant. Especially the last one tore at my heart.
Hi Susie,
Thank you so much. I have missed the company of poets.
Sanaa,
Thanks. That one sprung from an old memory.
So heartfelt
I love each one!
lovely terse trios
Such an interesting series. Each one is a gem unto itself.
Vandana, thank you.
Annell, Thanks!
TellTale, and thank you too!
Janice,
Thanks, I thought they worked well together.
These are all strong, and work separately or together beautifully.
Hi Sara,
Thank you so much!
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