National Poetry Month Daily Haiku

Monday, April 29, 2019

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Photo by Kira Schwarz from Pexels

It may have been just

a glimpse, a shadow that died

as night became day.

After the tomb

National Poetry Month is almost over! Today, I leave aside my daily Haiku to offer this one. A meditation of post-resurrection curiosity.

After the tomb

When blood, still damp, soaked through

the sleeves of shrug-shoulder’d men,

did you cry for their laughter?

 

Were your accusers held in sleep

when Mary’s shaking hands

held fast your plundered feet?

 

How long before bewildered men

and doting women find again

their reasons for remonstrance?

 

Will a miracle suffice

to fill the gaps in minds too young

not to lust for proof?

 

Were the angels surprised

to find their silenced songs

reignited for their fittest subject?

 

Did you know these walls would

only remind you of this one, unending breath?

This one effortless act for one so bored of death?

Some nights I find you

My daily offering for National Poetry Month is from a young colleague of mine, Anneliese Myers. She is a talented, up and coming poet and writer.

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Anneliese Myers

Read. Read again. Like, share, the works!

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Some nights I find you

 

Some nights I find you

tucked into the corner

of a dream,

like you were something

so dear, that I put you

some safe place

where I might chance

upon you every so often

to love you and

to smile at you again.

Like the photograph

in my silver locket,

like the dog-eared page

in my favorite book.

Like that.