Dipping my toes back in.
So here's my tentative return. I don't know if I'll be posting daily for a while, but a start is a start. Here's a quartet of haiku and one other thingamajig.
"Come Home Please"
Daddy come home please
Make the monsters go away
Please daddy come home
"Emptiness"
I keep expecting
Daddy to joke, tease, or yell
But life is silent
"Sunday"
Sunday-- I should be
Repenting, but I prefer
Bed to confession.
"Tottering Towards Normalcy"
Baby steps: toddles,
Falls, and crawls--- I make my way
Back to the world.
"Daddy"
Daddy,
I’m kind of pissed
That you disappeared like this.
I can’t sleep without the sound
Of your snores echoing through the house.
We’ve collected all the pictures,
And I smudge your face with my fingers,
But it’s only a photograph
And I’ll never touch you again.
I just want to hear your voice.
I wouldn’t care if you yelled at me.
Couldn’t you have given some warning?
I never thought you’d die at all,
Let alone so suddenly.
(Please please please
Let me wake up and it’s all been a dream.
You have to give me away at my wedding.
You have to hold your grandchildren.)
haiku, poetry, grief, fathers, loss
"Come Home Please"
Daddy come home please
Make the monsters go away
Please daddy come home
"Emptiness"
I keep expecting
Daddy to joke, tease, or yell
But life is silent
"Sunday"
Sunday-- I should be
Repenting, but I prefer
Bed to confession.
"Tottering Towards Normalcy"
Baby steps: toddles,
Falls, and crawls--- I make my way
Back to the world.
"Daddy"
Daddy,
I’m kind of pissed
That you disappeared like this.
I can’t sleep without the sound
Of your snores echoing through the house.
We’ve collected all the pictures,
And I smudge your face with my fingers,
But it’s only a photograph
And I’ll never touch you again.
I just want to hear your voice.
I wouldn’t care if you yelled at me.
Couldn’t you have given some warning?
I never thought you’d die at all,
Let alone so suddenly.
(Please please please
Let me wake up and it’s all been a dream.
You have to give me away at my wedding.
You have to hold your grandchildren.)
haiku, poetry, grief, fathers, loss
posted by Marcia at 3:19 PM
3 Comments:
It's good to see you're back. Keep that pen moving as best you can and the pain will give back what it has taken from you. And remember: Life isn't living or breathing, touching or hearing, life is the memory you keep in your heart and mourning is how you make that life immortal.
it seems like you're always
bummed out.
what's worse, is the feeling i get
that you like being bummed out.
people will give you attention
for a positive outlook.
maybe you should try scientology
randy
These are some of the best haikus I've come across. Better than most of those on famous sites. They convey feeling and emotion.
You should write more.
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