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Friday, July 16, 2010
Here is a poem made of three haiku. The word hope appears in a different line each time, as I think about working up to a new form, the sestina. This group of poems are metaphorical, but also about a baby named Hope that died in infancy, and my own daughter who died in utero in 2010.
Hope falls like rose buds
clipped before bloom or budding
laying on the ground
Pigeons peck seeds or songs
hope is the thing with feathers
falling to the ground
we may let each other down
hope is the only light