Sunday, July 12, 2015

Haiku of the deserted place




Stillness, how precious

in the midst of the mayhem;

time to take deep breath.



Deserted places

punctuate the noisiness

of insistent crowds.



A boat to escape,

find time to think, and to eat;

to pray and to weep.



A deserted place

to retreat from the masses.

Alas, they've found us!



From marketplace, farm,

city and village they come,

begging and hoping.





© Ken Rookes 2015


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