Potter's Field Poem by Jim Norausky

Yes indeed I'm learning the value of few words. You have a wonderful ability to capture so much in so litte. Wonderful piece.

This brief, quite terse poem is very effective, Jim, and says so much with such few words. It has only seventeen syllables, and could be intrepreted as either a senryu or a haiku, but I would lean towards calling it a senryu since that wonderful phrase, 'single June Lily' seems to imply a person. No matter what it is called, it is a great and profound write. Carl.

My real father lived and died in Chicago Ill. He was found dead I was told on Skid Row and then buried in what I was told was, 'Potter's Field.' Sad! A man who lived, fought a war that his mind could not shake and then, Potter's Field. Good piece. God Bless, Linda

Jim... Long time - no write. Good to see you back in the saddle. Really getting into the Haiku, I see. I think many people don't appreciate the intricacies of this art. To paint a whole canvas, to provide an entire image with maybe three or four lines, in my humble opinion, is immensely skillful. I may try one someday but I really don't think I am proficient. You, on the other hand, obviously are! Well done!