“A Few Haiku (45)”

On By Mike U.In Poetry

(c) Michael L. Utley

(#265)

scrub my memories
hang them on the line to dry
before the storm comes

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(#266)

summer thunderheads
the past tears a swath across
the plains of my soul

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(#267)

post-rain gloaming
ghost-light from an unseen sun
sorrow’s harbinger

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(#268)

in this endless night
even eternity flees
from my broken soul

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(#269)

sepulchral silence
as the stars spin overhead
in the dead of night

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(#270)

when my soul awakes
will I see the dawn of hope
or hope’s dying light

41 thoughts on ““A Few Haiku (45)””

      2. Thanks, David. My own sentiments are pretty close to yours with regards to eternity. I’d just prefer some rest, you know? 😀 Thanks for the support, good sir. 🙂

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    1. Thanks, Mark. It rained yesterday. I looked out the window last evening to see lowering dark clouds and decided to use that theme for all the haiku/senryu today. They can be read individually or consecutively as one 18-line poem. Thanks for the support as always. 🙂

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    1. You’re too kind, Saima! 🙂 Thank you so much for your wonderful words. Your comment touches my heart. I appreciate you so much, and I’m grateful for your support. Thanks for taking time to visit. It means a lot to me. 🙂

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      1. It’s my great pleasure to connect with you, Mike. I started writing on WP just for the sake of my own mind’s relaxation, writing has proved to be a kind of catharsis for me.. and therefore i want to connect with authentic people only.. who think and feel on a better level of their “humanness”. And i have met enough worderful people until now, through their writings. And i’m saying it very honestly that i loved to connect with you, dear Mike🙂 your writing has truly inspired me on a deeper level. I’m reading your previous writings yet, each day/ night.. will have a good conversation very soon🙂

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    2. Thank you, Saima. Writing is indeed therapeutic and cathartic, and it’s proven invaluable to me as I try to make sense of this world and my place in it. So much of my poetry is dark and melancholy, and I honestly don’t think a lot of people are drawn to that type of poetry, but it’s who I am, and I can only write how I feel, you know? Thanks so much for reading my blog entries. It’s humbling for me to know someone is interested in what I have to say. I’m honored that my writing inspires you. That’s just about the best compliment a writer can receive, and it means a lot to me. Thanks so much. 🙂

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  6. wow you pen these so well and know the depth of pain and can express them so incredibly well Mike. They truly are well done and I agree with David, eternity is overrated but hope you catch a break and some rest! 💖💖

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    1. Thanks so much, Peggy. Glad you liked these little ones. I, too, yearn for that “dawn of hope.” It’s a fraught world we live in, and we need hope so desperately. Sometimes it’s all we have left. 🙂

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    1. Thanks, Aaysid. It rained the night before I wrote this series, so there’s definitely a common thread running through the entire collection. I’m willing to bet your monsoon season is a little wetter than mine. The little town in which I live averages 14 inches of precipitation per year (the farm where I was raised averaged only 10 inches per year), so it’s always sort of hilarious when the local weatherman refers to our summer storms as “monsoon season.” 😀 Oh well. 🙂

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    1. Thanks a bunch. I really liked the image in the first one, hanging sheets out to dry as ominous thunderheads bespeak of impending doom on the horizon. It was my way of setting up the following haiku to create the theme of storms of the soul. Glad you liked this one. I appreciate it. 🙂

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  12. when my soul awakes
    will I see the dawn of hope
    or hope’s dying light
    When soul awakes dear , it’s divine light it meets , enlightened and blissful,
    Hope a belittled butterfly just stick to the nectar of eternity
    Amazingly worded❤️❤️

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    1. Thanks, Reena. I can always count on you for such wonderful and profound interpretations of my poetry. I’m glad you liked this one, and I always enjoy your take on things. Beautiful stuff, my friend. 🙂

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    1. Thanks, Diana. I think “yearning” is exactly what I was trying to convey with this themed series of haiku. The pain of a broken, unfulfilled soul crying out in the night, seeking solace. Perhaps there is a hint of hope in the last one. As melancholy as I am, there’s also a part of me that yearns (there’s that word again) for peace and contentment and a little happiness, and hope is in there somewhere, too. 🙂

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    1. Thanks so much, Isha. That last one…I left it sort of ambiguous–there’s a little bit of hope in it, but also a lot of doubt. The entire series of haiku/senryu focused on despair and loneliness because sometimes it feels as though the future is so uncertain. I hope for the best but find myself expecting the worst sometimes. I love haiku and senryu for their brevity and simplicity. You can distill the emotions down to their most basic forms and they become powerful. They help me sort my feelings, especially when I find myself unable to write longer pieces. They’re little packets of truth (and I have to confess, they’re a lot of fun to write). Thanks for your kind support. I appreciate it. 🙂

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