“A Few Haiku (4)” published at Gobblers by Masticadores

Hi, folks. The fourth installment of my short haiku/senryu collections titled “A Few Haiku (4)” is now live at Gobblers by Masticadores. These small collections consist of six haiku and/or senryu. I’m most thankful to Editor Manuela Timofte and her staff for publishing this mini-collection. I hope you like this selection.

“A Few Haiku (4)”
(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley

(#19)

In the autumn copse
Naked gods shiver as wind
Snatches leafy cloaks

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(#20)

Field work is done
Village sings its evening song
My heart waits for me

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(#21)

When leaves fall earth mourns
And heaven cries; when I fall
Who will weep for me

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28 thoughts on ““A Few Haiku (4)” published at Gobblers by Masticadores

    1. PS — I left a comment for you over at Gobblers but entered it in the wrong reply box so you might not receive a notification. (Not the first time I’ve biffed it in such a stupendously inglorious manner, that’s for sure!) 😂

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    1. Thanks, Nigel. This one certainly stands out in this group. It’s a universal question, and there doesn’t seem to be an answer for it, especially for those of us who lead solitary lives, as you mentioned. To be remembered means we mattered in some way to someone, and that person will keep us alive in memories. The thought of being forgotten forever is just hard to contemplate, you know? Anyway, thanks for the kind words, amigo. I appreciate you. 😊

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      1. Sometimes I accept that, this is just life in general. Even the intense memory of those we loved dearly, fades with time.
        But I mourn the thought that I’m not even missed while alive. A ghostly existence.
        I know it’s just the funk talking most times. But it still gets in me head, and under my skin, if you know what I mean .

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    2. I think I understand exactly what you mean. I’m extremely reclusive and it feels as though no one knows I exist. When I let myself dwell on this thought, man, it’s incredibly dark. It’s a weird sensation to know there are 8 billion people on this planet, and at any given time not a single one of them is conscious that I exist. I gave up on the concept of being recognized and accepted by my fellow humans long ago. Even those who become part of our lives in some intense manner often leave and it’s as if they never existed. Life is…confusing, and I’m not very good at it. But for what it’s worth, I see you, I hear you, and I recognize you, Nigel. You’re not alone, and you’re not forgotten. 😊

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      1. I appreciate you my brotha 💪💪 thank God the darkness is fleeting. I guess having to get up and grind daily, provides an escape.. and of course my world of imagination is the greatest escape.
        8 billion?.. easy to get lost in the crown I guess.
        But I think of you my bro bro. You are not alone 💪💪

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      1. You’re welcome, Mike, and I left too soon because I was going to mention the nomination too! Ahh! Anyway, Congratulations! I’m honestly surprised my fun poem made it in the mix next to yours. But it’s wonderful to be nominated. Wishing you lots of good luck, dear friend! 🥰🧡

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    1. No worries, Lauren. It’s most definitely an honor to be nominated, that’s for sure! We writing buddies must stick together and lift each other up. It’s what I love about this community. Best of luck, my friend! 😊

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