Saturday, March 04, 2017

Haiku Canada Review, Vol. 11, Number 1, February 2017

seventeen coming out of her shell cicada

a butterfly wing beneath my boot autumn

in the church
of Leonard Cohen
we softened
into a state of grace
when he knelt to sing

Comment by Claudia Radmore (Haiku Canada Division Co-ordinator) in Feb. 16, 2017 blog post:

a butterfly wing beneath my boot autumn

tugs at me. A boot is crushing the most delicate of creatures, those brilliant dusty wings, or perhaps just a torn off wing. It calls into question why a butterfly is on the ground, the heavy boot that possibly means a hike, a good thing in autumn air, but oh, doesn't it bring to mind innocents in all parts of the world that are under the 'boot'. This poem comes very close these days as our neighbours to the south are losing healthcare, and the right to live their own lifestyle, when everything good is endangered, even our earth. It is the refugees who are walking to Canada through the snow. Enough said, the poem says it all, and much more if you let it seep into your self.

Thank you, Claudia!

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