Wrapped up in this warmth
created; autumn leapfrogs
summer’s true decline
Shadow puppets sway
Children’s faces pressed against
Store windows at night
Lovers’ fingers can’t
touch; no passion can be found
here between their graves
foe barred; circle symbols hold
demon world in thrall
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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Wow brilliant flashes of light!!! Whoa!!! I love this one, it’s nice to see each haiku separated. Very pleasing to my eye. 🙂
Thank you so much!! 🙂
I really like these!
Always had a strange place in my heart for spouses’ graves … so close, but so far … very strange. But such is life.
Thank you – yes it is a haunting (no pun intended) concept – lovers/spuses etc so close and so far in their graves….. 🙂
You do not disappoint helenvalenta. So glad to find your blog! Gifted!
Thank you so much, how very kind!! 🙂
Once again, i find myself truly feeling your poetry. I just love the way you present each haiku, it always feels like i relate to your writings. can’t wait to read even more x]
Thank you so much, that is so very kind of you to say!! 🙂
well of course 😀
Thank you, my dear friend!! 🙂