A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Memory

The old mockingbird
Still imitates his whistle –
How many summers?

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4 Comments»

  gospelwriter wrote @

Love it – the loop-de-loop of memory, only you say it with such panache – a perfect haiku really…

  Abigail Parker wrote @

Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoy it.

  Ronald Wohl wrote @

Whew I have to catch my breath. The mockingbird is so reviled, and yet he tells us of an imprint of mind that even the vaulted eagle cannot remember… Is there so much more to this Universe that is hidden from our eyes? Ask the skies, for Dark Matter does bring the demise of the old Universe…

  Margaret Dornaus wrote @

Beautiful . . .


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