Stray No Longer

STRAY NO LONGER (quadruple Haiku)

just one kind presence
soft voice and a caring way
on a dismal day

a day of hunger
a day of constant watching
each foreign movement

the boys had thrown stones
hiding place safe no longer
but then    from above

this round    jolly face
a voice would soothe the angels
he’s inside    warm    safe
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Kendrick Avatar
August 1, 2010 at 10:54 AM
Interesting thoughts that you have penned in this one..Keep the creative pen flowing...Sara
Harrison Avatar
June 5, 2010 at 2:50 PM
Beautifully arranged haiku!
Rhinem Avatar
May 26, 2010 at 8:19 AM
Smile, ahh, I like this! It seems to be possibly, a reflective write of perhaps oneself? Or, perhaps a compassionate verse, revealing the heart of the poet inside! Either or, it is a very lovely and flowing write indeed! It is always nice when one finds a picture so bright! "Perfect!" ~ Smile, "May Your Day Be Graced Amid Warmth & Love," John! ~ "Bye":)
Dietrich Avatar
May 25, 2010 at 6:59 AM
Daver, look between my lines. I hope you realized my hunger poem was not of the physical kind! Let me go find one of your first poems now! Luv, andrea
Dietrich Avatar
May 24, 2010 at 11:33 PM
OH, how nice. And you sure are good with your strays. I wish I had a cat like that snowly one you described. LUv, andrea
Mehta Avatar
May 24, 2010 at 6:32 PM
Nice haikus with apt images
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May 24, 2010 at 2:06 PM
I like the progression in this series. Much for the reader to reflect on here. Keep up the good writing. Thank you for your kind comment. Karen
Chircop Avatar
May 24, 2010 at 10:02 AM
Your poem reminds me of when i was a kid,We used to ring door bells and run. .i remember too,once there was a band ,a man with tromböne instrument,I picked a bunch of colored paper strings from the floor,It was a village feast,i remember his frowning face still,as i threw the bunch in his tromböne,stones is another thing though,its no joke,glad the man is safe,I can hear that voice,guess its God's. .great poem .Mucg enjoyed..Charma
A  Avatar
May 24, 2010 at 8:57 AM
EXCELLENT MR. DAVER, NO REASON 2 WONDER. ALWAYS A FAV OF MINE, NO MATTER THE MOOD, HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY. LLUUUVVV IRMA
Mehta Avatar
May 24, 2010 at 8:36 AM
Good Haikus, Daver
A   Avatar
May 24, 2010 at 8:14 AM
enjoyed Daver, another joy reading your poetry today. Keep him safe and warm,..p..d
Devonshire Avatar
May 24, 2010 at 8:08 AM
Very intriguing, Daver. You have the reader wondering who the "jolly" man with the soothing voice is. Pefect rhythm and meter in your poem about the "one kind presence" who gives these boys solace. Love, Carolyn
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