
This a mirrored response to Debi’s Troiku haiku collection (with her permission). Debi’s is first; mine follows; it’s italicised. I encourage you to read Debi’s entire piece, it’s a beautiful poem.
A Mirroring
Pushing through the blinds
your photograph by the bed
my consolation.
It collects my dust
Your photograph by the bed
Light splicing the blinds
The rising sun flings
my dreams and they flee like birds
rushed and reticent
Where is our routine
Where has the We of us gone
The sky’s whiteness stares
The night is shortened
the lengthy day rears its head
I sit on bed’s edge
The floor’s bare and cold
The lengthy day rears its head
Days aren’t short enough
Photo by Bruno van der Kraan on Unsplash, Italicised stanza only ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
8 responses to “24 May: A Mirroring”
This is very sad. A lovely dance – a pas de deux of haiku
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I think the impact of loneliness is too often overlooked. That was what tugged at me in Debi’s poem.
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❤
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‘Where has the We of us gone’ says it all, eh?
Two beautiful works, dancing. 1 + 1 = 10.
Thank you both.
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Thank you!
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Your addition has taken it to a new level. Just beautiful and the loneliness is sharp.
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I’m so glad you’re okay with it. 🥰
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I love it. I kind of feel like a new grandmother. : )
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