Our awareness is all that is alive and maybe sacred in any of us. Everything else about us is dead machinery.
Funeral haiku
DescriptionMy father passed away recently. All I can write are haiku for now so posting a few.
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free from disease
his face youthful
my father of old
our crumpled tears
comfort one another
in the bin
bin overflowing
even our grief
is recycled
funeral home
spotting a makeup stain
on his tie
body laid out
placing a carnation
in his buttonhole
handshakes
of condolence
gathering his life
his favourite hymn
hearts sob to the rhythm
of the organ
numbed by
his numbness
a final parting
grief stricken
the warmth of sibling tears
touching
heart breaking
the taste my sisters tears
comforting
crematorium
the doors slowly close
silence
foggy morning
his death
sinking in
mmc ©
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Friday, 17th February 2012 | 04:30 am
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Sunday, 19th February 2012 | 03:04 pm
Your imagery presents stark and touching details of your father's passing and its aftermath. Love and poetry so closely interwoven here that it's hard to tell the cloth from the loom that's making it (love and poetry being each other's best definition). Well done at such a difficult time. Peter
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