Haiku Variations. Want: my Aram, Magyar Vizsla.

Oy, the village, so green

My hound, ´my child´, six feet deep

Grey is the path, home

Memories in blood (of a life not lived)

Speak of my life

Or of the one I have not lived

Through memories of never

Found serenity

Only in my grave

Where the salt of the sea cleanses me

Of memories of painful

Lacerated grief

Written red in sand

Erased by the flood, sucked from this earth

By memories of wine

Spiritually matured

Only with my death

I offer you safety, again to be safe

Of memories of fearful

Evaded poverty

Build on my remains

A happiness of rhythm and sleep and vitality

Through memories of lovingly

Given life

Haiku Variations, This World, Random Order 0

We have entered, I suppose,

The last 84 months of This World

20XX all will be clear


 

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Haiku Variations, This World, Random Order 8

The daughter plays first lady

Next to the room for his horse

In this Romanised White House


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