[Prefatory Note: with the help of a friend I taught myself to write poems in a haiku form following classic Japanese guidance. Poetry has long been a place of sanctuary for me, and in recent months it has also offered me the pleasures of ‘lockdown therapy.’ I hope I am not abusing readers of this blog by posting a sample, and hoping others will be drawn to join an invisible community of haiku lovers.]
Poems, Pandemics, and Preservation
Lonely despair wilts
Colorful blooming flowers
Can’t hide fragrance
Joy is a heart wave
Complacency vanishes
Blue replaces gray
black while jogging
Ahmaud Arbery
Then dead like King
By choice blue birds fly
Above the prisoners below
Singing their freedom songs
Enough of dreaming
The scent of this rose is real
Holding the stem I bleed
Global Justice in the 21st Century 