This is daily life:
hours passing by, day after trivial day,
blank years in and out.
And then the sudden moments of being:
the stab of memories, the sting of longings,
the slaughter of Time.
There is no screaming tragedy in ordinary life.
September, 2009 issue of Word Catalyst
A Room of My Own: Oriole Song Haiku
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hiking alone
I'm lost except for
oriole song
FYI: This is a sequel to my haiku below:
the scent
of dappled sunlight
redwood hike
*Autumn Moon Haiku Jour...
