Urban Haiku

What a gloomy tree.
It sits there, all purpose gone
beauty falling, still.

You lap up the water
that fall from the blackened cloud.
Toxic? We don’t know.

All your leaves fallen
unable to absorb the
sunny energy.

It trembles and shakes,
as the cold wind passes by.
Fully naked, bare.

It sits quietly,
waiting to be remembered,
withering in peace.

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  1. This haiku series offers a brilliant metaphor for the angst we are all feeling with the coronavirus outbreak. “Toxic? We don’t know” is something that has to go through our heads with every human that we now encounter.
    Similarly, a spring-blossoming tree, normally a symbol of renewed hope, the promise of youth, and the eternal power of beauty and love, has devolved into “What a gloomy tree./It sits there, all purpose gone/, beauty falling, still.”
    I relish how tightly constructed each image/stanza is, and how it seems to lead into the next one, like a drama we are witness to and also part of. Each succeeding haiku adds a new and distinct layer, one that fleshes out the previous stanzas yet is never repetitive in imagery or emotion. The series is not a rant; it observes/captures the contradictions of reality and, in a “turn”, ends on perhaps the most (semi)-positive note possible: “It sits quietly,/waiting to be remembered,/withering in peace.”
    May all of our “witherings” transform into a true spring blossoming when this is over!

    (NB Of course, this poem would serve to illuminate many other difficult life experiences, not just the current crisis.)

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