Friday, December 18, 2009

Dana-Maria Onica: Untitled

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Here was a lake surrounded by trees—oaks, as far as I remember.

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Where is the tall grass? Where is the wind?

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There is nothing left, only this sun killing all the seeds, to the last one, and us, its witnesses.

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dying face—

the many open mouths

of the dry land

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by Dana-Maria Onica

Petrosani, Romania

1 comment:

  1. Hi Jeffrey,

    I'm circulating this comment among other haiku poets & bloggers...

    I was thinking of putting together a post of Solstice Haiku (or even haibun).

    If everyone sends me a solstice haiku, including your readers, I'll put together something that we can all post at our respective blogs.

    My E-Mail address is at my blog under Contact or, if interested, you can post it at my Guest Book.

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