Haiku Sequence by Lynn Trowbridge.
She sits on a swing No use to advise
Idly swaying to and fro they already know it all
from adult to child. they are born experts.
He gave low whistle, Life is a flow of
she affected not to hear, memories flooding a sea
strode on, slyly pleased. of forgetfulness.
Tanka Sequence
by Emma van Woerkom.
Winter –
Within the pine wood
You followed the needle path
And never looked up.
Even Winter’s hungry moon
Refuses such bitter hearts.
Spring –
Thrushes sing their songs
Pitch perfect in the Spring air
But the chill of frost
Still lingers in the morning
Still lingers in our voices.
Summer –
The old wall crumbles
And soon there’ll be nothing left.
Later we’ll lament
Scattered sheep upon the hill
Strewn pebbles bruising our steps.
Autumn –
How the low moon crawls,
Yet the year blossomed in parts.
Memories soften –
Snow falls from the backs of geese
And nostalgia warms us.
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