the
beach
where
she drowned --
angel
wings
____________
an
empty sea shell
the
sound
of
Genesis
____________
night
chill
a
blanket of lights
over
the city
____________
November
rain
the
cat's last visit
to
the vet
____________
summer
meadow
a
petal becomes
a
wing
____________
Martha
Magenta lives in England, UK. Her poetry has appeared in The Reverie Journal,
Whispers and Beaux Cooper; her haiku and senryu have been published in online
journals, including Modern Haiku, Haiku Presence, and Chrysanthemum. She is
owner of POETS poetry community on G+. https://marthamagenta.wordpress.com/
Dear Martha,
ReplyDeleteThese poems move me by providing a context for meditation.
Thank you.
Michael
Thank you Michael :)
ReplyDeleteLove the last one. They are all very spontaneous and enjoyable. Ralph
ReplyDeleteAll are nice, but the second resonates with me. I keep tryng to think of the poem about the shell that contains the sound of the sea.
ReplyDeleteLovely HAIKU , enjoyed reading ,
ReplyDeleteLike much - night chill.....
Thanks a lot
Nice haiku, Martha. I enjoyed them all. Thank you for sharing. Continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
lovely collection, thank you for sharing.
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