Sundat Haiku Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Sundat Haiku



Sunday Haiku

Dust on bookshelves
tells of life lived, stillness
Spanish bluebells tolls

Among old olive trees
flowers as yellow as butter
distance is hurtful.

A framed photo
mother hangs on a wall
wordless she speaks.

A white coffin
her face was in harmony
beautiful the peace.

Saturday, September 5, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: story
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