Regeneration

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In uniform, employees
shovel the
earth.

Black-coated mourners
embrace one
another.

A woman alone
sits quietly,
remembering.

Giggling teens whisper
terrible ghostly
tales.

A man who
never cries
sobs.

Two children tremble,
answering a
dare.

Crows perch on
tomb stones,
watching.

Blind worms perform
salvage and
renewal.



Poem style: hay(na)ku

Comments

  1. Sanch @ Sanch WritesJuly 4, 2019 at 4:58 AM

    This was lovely Jen. The descriptions are vivid and you've captured the setting beautifully through what happens. The final stanza also reads like a wonderful metaphor for life and death

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  2. NorthieJuly 4, 2019 at 10:23 AM

    I love the final stanza. Thanks, Jen.

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  3. RajlakshmiJuly 4, 2019 at 5:12 PM

    I liked the various scenes you have presented here, if I interpreted the poem correctly. Concise and vivid. The ending stanza is beautifully written.

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