Haiku -End

This is my final haiku of the week, which have been unusually morbid for me. This one is dedicated to David Bowie. I wrote the haiku first, and then couldn’t get the image of Bowie in his final incarnation in “Lazarus” out of my head. I hope the restless artist’s soul has now found peace. 

 

Eye sheds single tear
Drum-taut, paper-thin skin greys
Heart’s silence, ends life

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Written for secret keeper, using the prompts: silence – eyes – heart – drum – life

Haiku on love and death

Ronovan’s haiku prompts this week – “life” and “give” – have brought out a stream of haiku from me on love and death. I hope you enjoy them 🙂

#1
My greatest regret:
I’ve only one life to give,
To service your love

#2
I’d give everything;
Heart’s lock, life’s joys, soul’s sunshine,
For just one more day

#3
Life is for giving:
Share your tender heart wisely
And you shall receive

#4
No more days to give…
I’ll greet death with a smile
For this gift of life

#5
When life’s revels end,
Regrets are for the death-bed,
But give them lightly

#6
My final moments
No more pain shall I suffer.
The night’s bird takes flight

https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2015/11/23/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-72-lifegive/

 

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OctPoWriMo #29 – The Last Leaf

Winter’s winds are coming,
Friends scattered on the breeze.
I remain here stoic:
The last leaf on the tree.

I’ve clung on for so long,
It’s all I know to do.
Life has lost all meaning
Without my dear love true.

I’m browning at the edge,
The green is draining fast.
Summer’s strength is fading.
How long will I last?

I’ve withstood many storms
But no more can resist.
The final wind is coming.
I hope I will be missed

 

Written for OctPoWriMo. Today’s prompt was “drawing to a close”.

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One Day Death Will Come (poem)

One day Death will come
She’ll lead me by the hand
Across the threshold to the Never
And in her light I’ll stand.

Do not mourn my passing
For She must come to us
Whether we rot from cancer
Or are struck down by a bus.

I know not how I’ll pass
That is the price of living
Knowing that what lives must die
For She is unforgiving.

I hope you’ll light a candle
Remember me once in a while
I have loved, and been loved.

I can greet her with a smile

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