Line Gauthier Poet Haibun

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The Call

The truth was that I hardly knew him. I knew about him -- a little. He was a private man, and I respected that. He made my sister happy and that’s what mattered; after all, they’d been together for thirty-one years.

This last year was 'touch-and-go' -- and then I got the call I feared. She somehow managed to say the words... his heart had given out and now he was gone. 

My little sister had become a widow too.



.                                                                    the ruthless silence
.                                                                    smothers a long winter night
.                                                                    ~ his empty chair speaks



AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2023

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Paula Goldsmith February 16, 2023 at 11:27 AM Congratulations on your win. A sad yet lovely write. I hope this is Not true. Have a great/blessed day.............. Line Gauthier February 16, 2023 at 9:42 PM Unfortunately it is true, Paula ~ thanks for your much appreciated visit and comment.

Bill Baker February 13, 2023 at 2:03 PM Congrats on the Honorable Mention, Line! I like the Haibun form of poetry ... well written my friend. Bill Line Gauthier February 16, 2023 at 9:42 PM Thanks, Bill. I love this form too.

Unseeking Seeker February 8, 2023 at 6:42 PM The ache of loss … embracing this pain, allow the poignant silence to deepen and then within the dark abyss, if so graced, we recognise that we are all ever connected vibrationally in our true soul essence, forever. Line Gauthier February 9, 2023 at 1:16 PM Yes indeed, we are all connected more than we realize. Thanks for your lovely visit and comment.