(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley
(#91)
How can hope survive
Solitary kitchen chair
And the empty bed
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(#92)
These old feet are numb
Memories are bitter cold
I must watch my step
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(#93)
I sought from the fox
Wisdom; he gave me instead
A flash of his tail
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(#94)
Breeze in bamboo grove
Sake choko clattering
Empty memories
…..
(#95)
Who has spilled the sky
Into the pond? Sunset fire
Burns lotus blossoms
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(#96)
Once, in the forest
Autumn taught me of sorrow
What will winter bring
How can hope survive
Solitary kitchen chair
And the empty bed
So true, it’s difficult but not impossible,
And then hope is hopeul
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Yes, sometimes hope is all we have left. I suppose we can only hope that’s enough. Thank you so much, as always, for reading and commenting, Reena. I truly appreciate it. And thank you for writing such hopeful poetry on your blog. It’s soul-cleansing and much needed. 🙂
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Always a pleasure,❣️
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Hi Mike, I should have included your Fox haiku in my last post! It would fit perfectly.
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I was inspired to write this after reading your post! Foxes are magnificent creatures. I also have a fox haiku in my previous haiku collection (#87, in “A Few Haiku (15)”). I’m fascinated by these creatures, especially how they’re depicted in Japanese lore.
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Brilliant as always, Mike. These are all amazing in distinct ways. Love these.💕
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Thanks, Grace. I’m always glad to know these little poems speak to you. Thanks for your kindness. 🙂
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They sure do.My pleasure.💕
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Very moving Mike, thank you for sharing.
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Thanks so much, Kirsten. I’m glad you enjoyed them. I appreciate it. 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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