singing to my mother
the songs she taught me—
inside the rose hip the next rose
*
dancing in separate kitchens
together—
the red handled pans get hot
*
in the stairwell
beneath O’Keefe’s clouds—
an unexpected rain
*
what she’ll do next—
a secret even she
doesn’t know
*
reattaching the wing
on the stone crane—
longing for glue for the soul
*
unable to keep
it all together—
anything can happen now
*
my thoughts going 65
in a 30—
the red light left in the dust
*
all these cracks
where certainty can’t go—
tenderness puts down tap roots
A poignant haiku journey…I especially love “all those cracks where certainty can’t go – tenderness puts down tap roots.”
Thanks, Joan … I guess I have been studying the pavement … all those crazy cracks …
Joy to you,
r
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Sunday, August 6, 2017 at 6:22 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Bouquet of Poems after Being Gone for a Week”