Haiku, Senryu, and an occasional Haibun or Cinquain
And how still The stellar wind blowsTurning the leaves
wind off the harborwaiting for the dawn
We were there early this summer -- saw the fountains. All those names engraved into the stone...leaves you with such a deep sense of loss; gets you right in the gut.
Couldn't believe it happened then,Still have a hard time with it. I love that second line.
So sad...so profound...I, too, feel it still, Doug.Each new morning does little to ease the pain of mourning...
We count... three thousand more stars in each night's sky. __ I thank you my friends. _m
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