All Hallow’s Eve . . .

Each year for Day of the Dead, my creative and spirited best friend, Katherine Shurlds, sets up an altar in her living room to honor friends and loved ones she’s said goodbye to over the years. A small glimpse of one of those altars appears in the header image I’ll have up for my remaining All Souls’ posts through Nov. 2.

Fast on the heels of Halloween comes the traditional opening of Día de los Muertos, which culminates in All Souls Day . . . as will these tribute posts this time around–but not before I’m able to share a few more remarkable poems from my amazing friends and readers. Thank you all for making this experience so rich and powerful . . . . Here, then, is the latest installment of All Souls tributes, beginning with a tanka of mine (inspired by Día de los Muertos) and followed by a wealth of poetry full of love and passion.

her altar
filled with lovers from the past . . .
small calaveras
that light the way for all
who follow in their footsteps

     –Margaret Dornaus
         (Fire Pearls 2: Short Masterpieces of Love & Passion, 2013)

pure red
the saturated color
of a broken heart
i plant wildflowers
on my mother’s grave

     (multiverses, issue 1, Winter 2012)

for inner-healing
thoughts of mother’s
thinning in the mist

    (poetic portal, 2005)

a black butterfly
lands on the white sea
of her dreams
sometimes a heart
can drown in grief

     (red lights, Summer 2012)

–Pamela A. Babusci
        (All three above tanka forthcoming in her new collection,
A Solitary Woman 2013)

Are You?

A footprint in moss,
a path of small yellow leaves.
Are you still with me?

Flies quiet winter
Silver maples dyed yellow
Do you see me change?

Scents of leaves yield
enough to crumble the earth.
Death turns now in spades.

     –Abigail Keegan

in bare willow trees
the shape of longings

    (The Haiku Foundation per diem, Feb. 2012)

first dawn alone—
the widow eats his half
of the orange

     (First Place, free format, Shiki Kukai, Sept. 2013)

dust storm—
strangers among the heirs
at his wake

(May 2013 Shiki Kukai)

–Alegria Imperial

death march—
the old man fights on
as his heart retreats

–Katherine Shurlds

ornamental poppies another flag-draped coffin

  (first appeared in “Peace Cranes,” an HNA 2013 Handout)

   –Johnny Baranski



About Margaret Dornaus

I’m a writer and a teacher, as well as a haiku-doodler. I live in a beautiful woodland setting, surrounded by native oak forests, that inspires me to record haiku snapshots of luna moths and our resident roadrunner, and even an occasional black bear as it hightails it across the top of my road, my mongrel dog barking at its heels as I watch with wonder. My work as a travel writer has appeared in publications from The Dallas Morning News to the Robb Report. You can find examples of my travel writing–as well as excerpts from a travel memoir I’m working on–at my other WordPress site, Travelin’ On. What more than that do you need to know? Only that I started this blog with an eye toward collaboration. Got a haiku? Send it my way. . . . I’m all about new visions & voices. Best, Margaret
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5 Responses to All Hallow’s Eve . . .

  1. …good job on your cover page photo!…

  2. …I am moved by the image of “his half of the orange”….

  3. Thanks for all the poems. Abigail, I love it/you. Here’s an offering.

    At a roadside shrine at night, I saw him.
    Like the angel cast down for rehabilitation
    (its crime: disobedient mercy).
    Not for disobedient mercy, he lay
    in the pre-dawn. There were stars,
    sky at its darkest. He was passed out.
    Skin that luminous white of the white-
    skinned in darkness, belly revealed.
    He’d got there by more than passage.
    I put him at a shrine, which was a roadside
    painted wooden chair with nicks in it. Under stars.
    It was fully operational as both shrine and chair.

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