__ As we strolled through the graveyard, a rabbit kit watched our steps... quietly.
on this stone
our names not yet etched
the kits eyes
on this stone
our names not yet etched
the kits eyes
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
10 comments:
The young kit and the graveyard are juxtaposed nicely in your poem, M.
headstone inscription
from nee to eternity
silence and stillness 💮
Just my thoughts in a Haiku after your beautiful and inspiring words _m. You are the one that got me interested in Haikus!!! It's all your fault :) That's my story and I'm sticking to it~
nice image and thought provoking too
On this stone, we stand
Remember forever us
At least for ten years
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Well for me and my soulmate, we have no intention of letting the world know where we are, so no stone 😉
Ashi
Tellingly, I envision Marty looking at the picture showing "here lies... died September 7, 1885," Great Scott!
__ I thank you all, your visits and knowing comments are important to me! _m
caught napping
on the sun warmed stone
a new life
neglected graveyard
remembered each spring
with wildflowers
I love old graveyards and try to imagine the lives of those who lived long ago.
Adelaide
__ Too, I thank you both Sandy and Adelaide... I always, fully appreciate echo comments. _m
Stone beside my grave speaks behalf me .
I wonder how you heard so easily that i tried to tell you when i was able to speak for myself
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