Five Haiku
before
the wound
becomes
a word.
say.
"flower."
take
your heart
to
the light on the roof.
say.
"moon."
to understand nothing
takes
time -
waning
crescent moon
life in this world -
mandala
of sand
swept
away
the evening bell
the
leaf fires also
fade
to nothing
weep not my friends
i
have grown old too -
cicada
moon
Deborah A. Bennett - Writing haiku for fifty years, Deborah A. Bennett's poems have most recently appeared in Wales Haiku Journal, Fresh Out Mag and The Amethyst Review.
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