A ring tears in her eyes
Silent deserted beach walk alone
In the bus a monotone of cars passing gray October day
Cold fall day bright sunlit ocean surface reflections of summer
Memory of her voice indistinct like the sound of waves takes my breath away, still.
Makes me think of another haiku which follows:
Her voice on the phone - I tremble.
Motionless clouds move across the beach skyline the sun cannot hide today
Flat gray a dead fish on the sand in Autumn
By Bruce Whealton October 21, 2009 I think maybe I’ve written better haiku
Walking alone – An Haiku by Bruce Whealton
Walking alone each street the same dark, unfamiliar.
By Bruce Whealton August 26, 2009
Yes, this is out of season. It reads:
feeling numb my face where tears have frozen
Midnight outside the dark silence is loud
or
sounds of life the night silence is loud
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