Sorrow – a Haiku

Sorrow’s passing waits
only for Time whose schedule
no one understands.

 

 

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Poem ©2016 V. del Casal All Rights Reserved

Now

the garden blooms riotously now,
its flowers preening their petals with abandon;
but when the days shorten
and light hides behind stormy clouds,
Mother will sweep the charnel
free of faded corollas
littering the ground.

Posted in Response to the Daily Prompt: Seasonal Scents
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Where all the Others Go

Harry died a month ago,
and I didn’t know
until today
upon reading the alert
about his archived chart.

I didn’t cry, though,
just a moment of woe
before chaos erupted,
and the clinic began,
patients struggling in, wan.

And so Harry will follow
where all the others go –
to memories,
that nebulous space
without nights or days.

Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Memory on the Menu
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