Friday, March 16, 2012


shadows of a life,

passed, linger around edges

of each new day


Michael Horvath said...

Very nice.

Bish Denham said...


Some of those shadows will stay with you always. Perhaps in the set of your mouth, the tilt of your chin, the way you use your hands when talking.

Indigo said...

Wonderful imagery! Reminded me of a line in one of Amy King's poems "Dear Shadow, when did I become that person?" (Hugs)Indigo

Yvonne Osborne said...

Beautiful haiku. Nobody writes them better than you. They say you can't be a really good writer until you've experienced loss and heartbreak. But it's a helluva way to get there, isn't it?

Tricia J. O'Brien said...

Thank you, Michael!

Bish: You are so right. Today I looked down at my foot in a sock and saw my mother's foot. Since she wasn't walking these last months, she was always in socks. Shadows.

Indigo: Oh, that sounds like a poem I'd love. I'll have to check her out.

Yvonne: Thank you, sweetie, for the compliment. And, yes, the price we pay for authenticity is dear.

Jemi Fraser said...

Those shadows linger a long time. I'm so glad :)

Susan R. Mills said...

Love it!

Tricia J. O'Brien said...

Jemi & Susan: thank you!

Sherrie Petersen said...


In photography, it's the photos that make the most of light and shadows that we appreciate, for their depth, their beauty. I think it applies in life, too.

All my best to you.