WHR Spring 2023
Vanguard Haiku, page 2
Zatsuei, Haiku of Merit
the drummer plays
louder and louder
when bombs are dropped
Annette Akkerman
falling blossoms
before their time
young soldiers
Marilyn Ashbaugh
this loneliness
an inchworm’s journey
through war
Marilyn Ashbaugh
war ashes
scattered in the air…
starling murmuration
Hifsa Ashraf
peace treaty
barb wired
mine fields
sanjuktaa asopa
school assembly
a student reads out
the latest war news
R. Suresh Babu
soldiers’ cemetery
pausing
where the grass ends
Aaro Barry
free and open elections
at the point of a gun
–annexation
Nancy Brady
war orphans
for the pain of losing
same language
.
Mirela Brăilean
picnic…
the butterfly caught
in the crossfire
Ed Bremso
just before dawn
all across the city:
hymnals in silent pews
Ed Brickell
back from vacation
I find the cat playing with
the cat-sitter’s bill
Ed Brickell
war memorial–
just scent of poppy
lost brothers felt close
Christopher Calvin
missile alert
Easter celebration
underground
Marta Chocilowska
what is there to discuss
slap to the mosquito
Gillena Cox
Guru said to me
with a grin, “Glad you get it:
it is what it isn’t.”
Dick Croy
eagle’s nest
still perched on the mountaintop
echoes of war
Tracy Davidson
through the keyhole
the silence trembles
the tear freezes
Refika Dedić
the damaged pages
of an old history book –
war in Ukraine
Marie Derley
bomb cyclone—
the forgotten soldier
becomes a snowman
Adele Evershed
deep winter
the blackbird knows
something I don’t…
Adele Evershed
Up in the blue sky,
there are smokes and this town is
full of dead bodies.
Chinụa Ezenwa-Ọhaeto
front lines…
no enemy, no glory
just men, and mind
Erica Fransisca
clean streets, burnt buildings
social housing, shuttered mall
we choose to talk hope
Mike Freedman
bomb shelter
the children gather
around fairytales
Jay Friedenberg
gentle wind
teaches the barbed wire fence
nonviolence
Michael J. Galko
war zone
a boy counts
bullet holes
Sherry Grant
winter solitude
a young soldier hums
an antique love ballade
Eufemia Griffo
battlefront
the farewell song
of a robin
Eufemia Griffo
a burnt field
beneath an abandoned
tank -howling dogs
Eta Grubešić
sunrise over Kiev
with lollipop in the mouth
she points a rifle
Carmela Marino
Continued on page 3 and 4
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