the farmers field
a kite looks for movement
from the scarecrow
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rough
his hands
hold me gently
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an umbrian breeze
swishes the downy tendrils
of my grandpa's beard
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Marilyn Ward is a 62-year-old grandmother, who from
childhood loved words, the language did not matter, any words would do. For
the last two years, these words have been turned into poems. Her favourite
form being haiku--brief, beautiful, perfectly selected, words.
Dear Marilyn Ward of United Kingdom, thanks for three good
ReplyDeleteHaiku Under a title "Moments" Gives me hope for Haiku.
I never liked them because they lack a title,
no matter how good they are. I guess that's
just me but your work is good.
Yancy
I loved all of these, they are all excellent!
ReplyDeleteDear Marilyn,
ReplyDeleteThank you for these thoughtful haiku.
Blessings,
Michael