nonsensical breeze -
even the butterfly drifts
near a flower
bench at the hospice -
the old man's eyes still smiling
left humming the blues
smell of fresh bread -
his old bones carry him to
the dining hall
loose paper dream -
a door slam loud enough
to sink the heart
drive run drag
Smiles are always good. I have nothing to link this week, sorry, I have been resting. Next week I will find some smiles for you again. Hugs, Valerie
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What pleasure seeing your card AND the haikus!!!
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Hi Gillena,
ReplyDeletethe two old man poems are splendid and sad.
Adelaide
Thank you for your appreciation Adelaide
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