Mid-August again
Shrine yard where the war dead sleep
Dragonflies fly low
(Story: https://ashiakira.wordpress.com/story-poems-2/mid-august-again/)
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Beautiful, sad image. The dragonflies such a powerful use of word and image to recreate both planes and courage and humility and acknowledgement of the sleepers.
Thank you as always for reading my haiku poems. I trust you know this particular one was meant to mark the August 15 anniversary of the end of the Pacific war together with the long one.
Yes I did. I have a poor awareness of time, so even though I knew the date was approaching, it was your poem that reminded me. I have just re-read your poem from last year too – so moving.
Your paying attention to what I write is very encouraging. Thank you.
I could picture myself there.
🙂