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Thursday, February 18, 2010


last of his line
the year of his death
still uncarved

[First published at Temps libre.]


Blogger Frank Williams said...

The juxtaposition of line 1 and lines 2 & 3 combine into a very strong and moving haiku...

11:15 AM  
Blogger k8 said...

wow that was really touching! your haikus are truly amazing!

5:02 PM  
Blogger Devika said...

Oh! This is poignant, Bill...it gave a chill, until I read the third line,


7:49 PM  
Blogger John McDonald said...

well caught Bill

1:08 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thanks, Frank, k8, Devika, and John. I guess there was just nobody who cared enough. For me, a poignant reminder of human isolation.

5:42 AM  
Anonymous Monika said...

I have been touched, very much, by this haiku, Bill. Thank you.

5:56 AM  
Blogger Devika said...

yes, Bill...i understand what you say...It takes a lot of love, and courage to show that one cares...Not like singing a love song -- But one does have to doubt if the saved will turn the killer...Not of the body, the spirit --- and it can be more ruinous! have been through many times...Don't care so much, though

anyway, when serious haiku is presented, it calls for a serious read....We all are becoming kind of isolation wards in ourselves -- And we can't blame the world for that,


6:06 AM  
Blogger Gillena said...

very serious on Bill

much love

8:57 AM  
Blogger Magyar said...

__Questions left, and imagination etched the stone.
__Good one Bill. _m

2:08 PM  
Blogger Bill said...

Monika, Devika, Gillena, and Doug, most appreciated.

7:45 PM  
Blogger RBroeker said...

Everytime I see old grave stones with a lot of empty space there is a name not placed properly. Someone is waiting for someone ... Great haiku.

Best wishes

2:53 PM  
Blogger Tikkis said...

as some not-yet-ready haiku:
L3 missing...

But these lines are good... Touching.

A concluded haiku --
nothing left
but to read it
again and again

3:07 AM  

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