Fog

In my book, Broken Dolls, I begin many of my chapters with a haiku. In this chapter, on the one year anniversary of her father’s death, Sachi continues to be in denial: if she had not insisted on going to the park that day, Papa might still be alive.

 

Today marks one year

Fog blanketed memories

Hide me from the light

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7 Responses to Fog

  1. Claire says:

    Poignant and beautiful as ever. I never cease to be amazed by your ability to convey so much emotion in 17 syllables.

  2. Jan Morrill says:

    Thank you, Claire. It’s good for my verbosity. 🙂

  3. Beth Carter says:

    Hey, you have an extra “day” in the first line.

    Now, I’ll try to think of a fog haiku. Thanks for all the great prompts.

  4. Beth Carter says:

    After he left me,
    Life spiraled out of control.
    Now, fog has lifted.

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