From this hill of old age
pain
I grip the air for balance,
nights
no longer friendly, sleep
turns me away.
Did the sun ever rise
at midnight?
Locked away in a night of
loneliness
I wonder what
yesterday's tomorrow will bring
and tonight will
the Big Dipper pour out its stars?
Names and words cried into a
nighttime pillow
dry with the dawn, shadows
get lost in sunshine
and spring snowflakes dance
on sparrow wings.
Alone with myself--
it's a good place to be.
Barbara Tate is an award
winning artist and writer. She's a member of the Haiku Society of America.
Her work has been published in Modern Haiku, Frogpond, Santa Fe
Literary Review, The Heron's Nest & Failed Haiku among
many others.
what a sad but beautiful write
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jack. I have so enjoyed Whispers.
DeleteWell done Barbara!
ReplyDeletePeggy--Thank you so much. As I mentioned to Jack I have enjoyed Whispers and will miss it greatly. I know we'll all look for each other's work in the future and keep in touch.
DeleteBeautiful poem, Barbara. I enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing. Continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ
(www.creativeinspirationspp.blogspot.com)
Alone With Myself -
ReplyDeleteprecisely the place
each of U.S. needs
to be to literally grow-up
into whot God wants...