into the shadows

 

searching for any witnesses,
he questioned as if suspect:
“where were you?” he probed
“in my room,” a shocked reply
(nowhere near bloodied body)

at least, victim didn’t feel much,
unexpected and instantaneous.
trucker on road never slowed,
could not see in night’s blackness
didn’t notice impact, drove on.

circles under eyes mark grief
remembered as good mother
affectionate; gave warm gifts.
she’d lived life until the ninth
when bad luck found black cat.

how often we commit dark deeds;
does ignorance prove innocence?

 


Linking to dVerse poets. This “mystery” poem fits previous prompt (shades of black) and current prompt (changing perspective). Written in third person about a barn cat found on the road but also thinking of an old acquaintance who was struck by a truck and killed. It’s always sad when animals die but how much more a human being?!

If you’re not entirely comfortable with this poem…neither am I! Leave a comment…

violence against humanity

 

Awful week of three senseless public shootings by U.S. citizens at garlic festival in Gilroy CA, Walmart shopping center in El Paso TX, and popular nightclub neighborhood in Dayton OH.

We wonder why domestic terrorists perpetrate violence against unsuspecting victims? Why should innocent people die while enjoying their life? Why is our society spiraling down into a culture of hate and mayhem?

Why is it legal for mothers (whose nature is nurture) to pay doctors (whose profession is healing) to dismember their preborn infants? Why do fathers abandon or abuse their own children after conceiving them? Why do we insist our lives are superior and consider other lives expendable? Why not choose to love and protect one another, starting with our family?

Perhaps there is some connection here, an unnatural progression from selfishness, disrespect, broken relationships and alienation into a macabre culture of death. The shooters are guilty of crimes against humanity but we are all culpable.

shopping

killing on home turf

abortion births death culture

all victims bleed red

 

 

in memorium

We lament with this family suffering awe-ful grief. Beloved infants lost at 26 weeks gestation; twin grandbabies happily anticipated. Expectant mother, more than halfway through pregnancy, heard heartbeats and viewed ultrasounds but no more… no more expectations, no more movement, no more fast swooshing of babies’ hearts beating their distinct rhythms. Only mother’s lonely heart beats now, heavy with slow sorrow.

The relentless spring rains mirror this drowning grief. Tears falling in torrents, flooded emotions. Erosion of the soul. What kind of broken world is this, where little lives can be cut short by the cord that was their lifeline? We may ask “why?” yet not receive an acceptable answer to the anguished questions. We have only our faith in God himself to cling to. Lord, have mercy on your children. As we remember precious twins taken; remember us too, for we are dust.

 

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rosebuds fade…family mourns

inadequate words

 

 

 

 

 

 

remembering him

 

firstborn son cruelly beaten

pierced, hung on rough cross

dark blood trickles down wood

 

utterly forsaken by God

cries out in deep agony

firstborn son cruelly beaten

 

releases his final breath

pagan soldiers insure death

pierced, hung on rough cross

 

bruised body claimed, wrapped

gently laid in bare, stony tomb

dark blood trickles down wood

 

 


Requiem written in cascade form…linking with Amaya’s prompt at dVerse.

life…as world turns

Join dVerse Poets where Lillian quotes Eccles. 3: 1-8, a time for everything.


 

“all is vanity,” says the preacher
life’s breath ~ “chasing after wind”

somewhere in the weary world
newborn baby first sucks in air
toddler tosses pebbles into pond
young girl twirls a wedding dance
farmer plants seed in hope of harvest
lovers laugh to embrace ~ weep, to not
developer digs dirt in hope of homes
man grieves loss of beloved wife
old woman stacks stones on beach
dying man expires with final sigh
somewhere in the weary world

“all is vanity,” says the preacher
life’s breath ~ “chasing after wind”

 

 

 

silent (pause) paws

 

shadowed rabbit tracks

blue moon illuminates snow

coyote’s eerie howl

 

keen nose follows scent of prey

end is mercifully swift

 


Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai invites us to find a haiku from our archives and re-write it. I decided to post a haiku I submitted to a poetry contest last year…and make it a tanka.  Death is part of life in our natural world.

hope will arise

September is Suicide Prevention month…linking with Ramblings of a Writer for “emotions & healing” prompt.

 

We never know the black hole into which another soul has fallen…

 

darkest emotions
troubles press into death wish
Stop! glimpse healing light

 

 

In U.S. call:  National Suicide Prevention Lifeline – Call 800-273-TALK (8255)

rest in peace, Rip!

 

Dear God, why does everyone have to die? One by one, we leave this world cold and those left standing feel abandoned, depressed, hurt, and angry. We know that you understand deep emotion. After all, you lost your only Son…and that son wept at the grave of his friend. We believe you mourn with us. Yes, our final enemy wields a cruel stinger but you took the sting out of death for Uncle Raymond (“Rip”). You called him quietly in his sleep; he passed unexpectedly, without suffering. Thank you, Father, for your mercy, even in his final breath. We grieve but he rejoices, celebrating in your presence today; reunited with his wife, son, and sisters. He fell asleep in mysterious darkness and woke to a glorious morning!

 

breath of life recalled
death comes as thief in the night
sun will rise again

 

 

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Raymond (right) died in early morning of brother Willis’ 90th birthday (8-18-18)

air-borne

 

life force strong but a

puff will scatter fragile seed

sleep…a breath from death

 

 

fragile

image & idea from Carpe Diem

hope wears white

CDHK weekend fusion challenge: fuse two haiku, then create troiku…

 

temple bells die out
the fragrant blossoms remain
a perfect evening

will we meet again
here at your flowering grave –
two white butterflies

© Basho

 

church bells’ somber ring
fragrance of casket flowers
butterflies wing hope

© lynn

 

church bell’s somber ring
ask for whom is it tolling?
time waits for no one

fragrance of casket flowers
roses, daisies, carnations
florals dress-up death

butterflies wing hope
loved by two mothers, i know
we will meet again

 

 

 

 

dark shadorma

A shadorma is a 6 line poem with 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllable counts. 


 

 

in shadow

motivation comes

suicide

double death

why two lovers hate themselves?

asphyxiation

 

 

 


Many years ago, a teenage co-worker, Barry, and his girlfriend died together in his car running inside a garage. I still sadly wonder…why? Tonight, we discuss suicide at NAMI support group.

 

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archetypical apple

 

What strange poison

did woman reach

for in the garden?

 

mother of all living bit into death for all

 

Was it a stinging tree

that touched her with

heart-shaped leaves?

 

intoxicating nature of toxic relations

 

Was she anesthetized

by curare-tipped dart

from satan’s blowpipe?

 

it can kill as easily as it can cure

 

Would eve even

succumb to snakeroot,

from salesman selling herbs?

 

fruit to make wise and pleasing to eyes

 

Would she suspect

the seeds of lovely apple

convey hydrogen cyanide?

 

seed of deception is sin, fruit of sin is death

 

 

 

 

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