Carolyn Brunelle Poems

This old house sighs from
contentedness and exhaustion;
the fragrance of holiday candles
still lingers.
...

He was just an old man in the neighborhood
Lost his wife a few years before, but
Had a nice house, never bothered anybody;
Was known as the old geezer next door.
...

It’s in the unexpected moments
That I feel them cross my mind;
A familiar emptiness
Reminds me again they are gone.
...

(a rewrite)


Dark green scrub oak trees
...

You can put a stop to it
if only for a day;
speak to any darkness
and make it go away.
...

Again and again, hit after hit,
you keep your friend close and lit
even when there's no good reason
to medicate, no voices to placate.
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Day light saving while
Autumn begins
re-arranging landscapes
keeping up a face.
...

Suddenly Autumn is done and over with, all
too soon. A storm packing SNOW waits just
over the horizon and it makes for
rushed and hurried preparations;
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Haiku #121 (in triple stanza) (flu season)


Coughing and hacking
...