A Haiku 4 Toni Morrison
Written by my Daddy:
Haiku Quintet for Toni, Lost and Found
Your poetry
bled
From woundings
by lost lovers
And found new lovers.
Your poetry
creaked
Of front porch
gossip rockers
And reeked of spilled tears.
Your novels
opened
Like caskets in
a showroom
Or a woman's thighs.
And closed at graveside
Under red clay
and dirt clods
After sad
"amens".
Toni Morrison
RIP, but not
your words.
Not never, your words!
Jon C. Randall
August 5, 2019
Haiku Quintet for Toni, Lost and Found
Your poetry
bled
From woundings
by lost lovers
And found new lovers.
Your poetry
creaked
Of front porch
gossip rockers
And reeked of spilled tears.
Your novels
opened
Like caskets in
a showroom
Or a woman's thighs.
And closed at graveside
Under red clay
and dirt clods
After sad
"amens".
Toni Morrison
RIP, but not
your words.
Not never, your words!
Jon C. Randall
August 5, 2019
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