Kristi Hayner Poet Haiku

Sandbox Is Rusty

Sandbox is rusty
The swing is covered with mold
They are so lonely

Without their bluebird
Playing and squealing on hold
Disappeared no word

Little chair’s broken
Vines withered away and brown
Hope you’ll be back ‘round

Drum beats no longer
Tambourine’s quieter than quiet
Frozen berries thawed

Mimi’s arms aching
For her Wrenna girl to hold
just don’t understand

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Wilma Neels August 27, 2010 at 5:02 AM A very sad emotional write Kristi.. enjoy your day with a :) Wilma

Carolyn Devonshire August 23, 2010 at 7:36 AM A very sad statement in your awesome poem, Kristi. Loneliness is painful and leaves us with feelings of confusion that can be dangerous. Well stated through the imagery of the rusty sandbox and moldy swing. Great work! Best wishes, Carolyn

Dr.Ram Mehta August 23, 2010 at 5:43 AM Isolation or loneliness exists in isolation. Once it is shared, it evaporates

Poet Destroyer A August 23, 2010 at 5:30 AM Kristi, all 5 of your Haiku are deep with the feeling of lonely~ness. Sadden thoughts of no cheer are just left in my mind. Enjoyed,..p.d.

Doris Culverhouse August 23, 2010 at 4:20 AM sounds so sad...is this fiction?