Today Hortensia Anderson a well known and loved Haikuist and poet passed away.
Below is one of my favorite poems and a fitting tribute.
Remains
hortensia anderson
The remains of the rose you gave me
lie in dust in your love letters. How did
it begin? With a single, perfect rose.
Had she been dead as I took her from
you, the rose, helpless without thorns, her
slim, green throat slashed on the diagonal -
unable to whisper “stay away!”?
Clues in the letters abound: how your name
loops around the page, how the “y” in “my”
almost obliterates the “love” that follows.
So this is how it ends – with a faded promise
of “forever”, stained with the dark blood rust
of a crumbled flower.
betrayed by a breeze
the light scent of roses
hidden by shadow
hortensia anderson
Read more about her below.
http://tobaccoroadpoet.blogspot.com/2008/10/hortensia-anderson-three-questions.html?m=1
http://hortensiaanderson.blogspot.com/?m=1
