Soon Buried

 

Soon buried breezes

In a squatter’s house of skin –

Beggar’s breaths

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This poem was written for Carpe Diem #607, Road Side Beggar (a haiku by Nana Fredua-Agyeman), another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here.

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14 thoughts on “Soon Buried

  1. Very elegantly written, Blake —

    It also brings to mind a friend from high school. She sort of disappeared after graduation. Turned out that she’d had some sort of mental illness, ended up homeless, got into legal trouble for squatting in a run-down building — got her life “sort of” together for a few months — then they found her dead and alone.

    A squatter in so many senses.

    But — we’re all squatters, when you think about it —

    • In this country there’s a huge link between homelessness and mental illness (which is cause and which is effect being changeable) and I expect it must be the same in the US. But official approaches tend to be summed up by how you say your friend “got into legal trouble for squatting in a run-down building” – got to protect those buildings! Awful. It reminded me of the start of this song –

      As for the haiku, yes it reads quite elegantly but after I posted it I thought it’s a bit too metaphorical, really, which I’m trying not to do in haiku. Oh well.

      • Same thing here too. No one wants to acknowledge the link between homelessness and mental illness. Or the link between American gun violence and mental illness. [Course, part of that gun violence is also our culture of violence.]
        But — big lobbyists have everyone’s hands tied here in the US. Better protect the buildings, protect those who have money. Also applies to the gun lobbyists.
        Sonya had nowhere to go – and you can only stay in the shelters for so long – but better not *trespass* on someone’s property!

        But — I know you don’t like to go metaphorical in haiku – but I think it’s okay on occasion, right?

    • True… these old skins are borrowed. I suppose that’s why in Hollywood they trade them in for those fetching plastic masks they wear once they’re over 30, with no eyes and no capacity to smile or frown..?

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