An Unorthodox Modern Triad Haiku
(Broken Syllabic Sequencing)
Shadows Cannot Breathe,
The Dead Cannot Speak To You,
Breezes Are Just Trees.
Your Lips And Tongue Move,
Sharing Time With The Sod;
A Sad Soliloquy
Yet......Why Not?
Who Am I To Judge Death's After;
Whilst In The Before!
FjR-MMXVI
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely wonderful portrayal of human attitudes and beliefs concerning death ~~and the beyond. Having no beliefs myself, the bumps in the night in the 160 yr old church where I live, give me no pause