Tuesday, August 30, 2011


THE BUILDING
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The building broods.
.
Windows scowl.

Every stone sits uneasily on its mortar,
willing itself away  -  to be  crushed to dust, then blown by the winds out to sea; there to sink back into the ocean, to forget that they were ever a part of the evolutionary road that led to such beasts!



out from his grave
horrendous thistles:
grave of the torturer

3 comments:

Gordon Mason said...

Liked the brooding and scowling!

Magyar said...

__Your haibun... may seem the metaphor, as we look back on our lives... so often with self- critical disapproval.

__Stricking, John.


this stone
loosened in its mortar
moss grows

_m

Dave Serjeant said...

Hi John

I have just discovered your haibun blog. Hurrah! Very much looking forward to reading future posts.

I can't leave comments on zen speug, by the way. See distant lightning for a link to the answer - it's to do with your blogger settings.