I planted acorns
on Houdini's grave, and a
tree escaped the ground.
Branches unfurling.
Leaves greening, golding, falling,
filling the air like
the ashes did the
day the Dead Letter Office
caught fire and burned down.
Did you see the smoke?
Or, was it one more note from
me you didn't read?
15 comments:
Very nice- wonderful stanzas and Haiku. Love the opener- very nicely done, thanks
Terrific -- one more time!!
Sylvia
You are so good with these Haikus!
These are amazing! The first and last struck me the most emotionally.
Delicious. Love it, love it, love it!
Such a tight and clever use of form!
I love the image of a tree "escaping" the ground.
Wonderful.
That first stanza (I refuse to say hai...herk...you know.) is really cool. The end is so sad, but the piece as a whole is so original and emotional and really well done, MZ.
PS--some postal trivia...dead letters screw with the clerk's heads. They want so badly to send them SOMEwhere! They keep routing them to either the address or the return address, until you write DEAD LETTER across it in red sparkles and circle it. Then it still comes back, and you have to beg a supervisor to please end the nightmare.
Love how each haiku flows right into the next and yet stands strong on its own.
Apologies for my absence, MZ, these hectic falls days are kicking my ass.
What a wonderful poem! Joining you from Write on Edge
Yearful. Heart-breaking. And wonderful this!
xo
Oh my gosh... so spiritual...or was
it just another note from me you
didn't read?'
Layers in your poem and the different
direction at the end makes this
poem memorable to the emotions.
moving words.
Every stanza is hypnotizing.
Trivia: Houdini died in Detroit.
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