WHR Summer 2021, Haiku page 6, Vanguard – page 3
Grandpa gone
who now will cull
the garden weeds
William Scott Galasso
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gunshot
the crumpled stillness
of the hare
Mike Gallagher
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father’s death . . .
piercing the room
pandemic moon
Goran Gatalica
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frozen track to Auschwitz
as I pass over
echoes in the rails .
Paul Goggins
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quiet morning
a dead dove covered
with snow
Nikolay Grankin
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deathbed
nightingale sings
a swan song
Sherry Grant
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cancer ward
moving from one wig
to another
Sherry Grant
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your absence
the loneliness
in every room
Eufemia Griffo
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funeral wake
an old family rosary
on an empty chair
Eufemia Griffo
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when I am blind
I’ll recall the vista here
and I will see
Jim Grotkowski
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social distancing
letting seawater touch
my whole being
John J. Han
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hints of mortality
my doctor explains
dead skin cells
John J. Han
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wildfire
in amongst blackened tussocks
hints of green
Simon Hanson
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slow day
picking out songs
for my funeral
John Hawkhead
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home from hospice
grasses
tall and wild
Karin Hedetniemi
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dad’s old binoculars
which end should I look
at death from
Vladislav Hristov
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family photo
the dead
are smiling too
Vladislav Hristov
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covid winter
coffins end on end
fill freshly dug trenches
Marilyn Humbert
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fields of bones
a chill wind rattles
unfulfilled hopes
Marilyn Humbert
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lush grass
the moon turns green
with envy
Mona Iordan
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deserted hamlet –
even the cemetery
slowly dies
Dan Iulian
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falling leaves –
the first lesson
about afterlife
Dan Iulian
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the cortege leaves
under a pink sky
cherry blossom canopy
Lakshmi Iyer
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crumbling cemetery
a crow replaces
the angel’s head
David Jacobs
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year two of the pandemic
the barista forgets
my chocolate sprinkles
David Jacobs
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all souls’ day
cold loneliness
in ten directions
Damir Janjalija
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spring without grandpa
in his wall clock the cuckoo
still singing
Kristina Todorova Kaneva
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I do not fear death
I only fear of the pain
Before and after
Rami Khatib
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decaying townhouse
empty flower basket
swinging
Noel King
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dark clouds
above the funeral pyre
unshed tears
Ravi Kiran
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ventilator…
in his breath
petrichor
Ravi Kiran
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how strange
I never think of death
like part of me
Nadejda Kostadinova
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misty evening
home for dementia care
coming into view
Nina Kovačić
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