Haiku #1058 ~ #1064

Lori McCray
2 min readDec 15, 2024

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Haiku #1058

Grief’s weight is crushing

You must learn to carry it

With owned dignity

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Haiku #1059

Swing down from the fence

You’ve been straddling for too long

Your choice sets you free

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Haiku #1060

Ash is what remains

It’s a holy alchemy

When the soul flies free

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Haiku # 1061

Loss, like sand or silt

Settles deeply in our souls

An ancient sorrow

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Haiku #1062

Be more verb than noun

More movement and less a thing

Be accountable

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Haiku #1063

There was one fixed star

In the dark sky of childhood

Dear grandma, who died

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Haiku #1064

What goes up comes down

Gravity’s not a debate

Truth is all ways true

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Pine Crow, photo&edit, Lori B. McCray

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Lori McCray
Lori McCray

Written by Lori McCray

Photographer, Poet, Musician, Mother, Mystic, Gardener, friend of wild creatures, swan whisperer. Find me on Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/wingthing/

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