The theatre crumbles   
with each blow of the wrecking ball.  
Are the ghosts trembling?

© Rosemarie Horvath Iwasa

the theatre crumbles
long after the curtain fell
the overture lingers

with each blow of the wrecking ball
dust and plaster merge
a death mask

are the ghosts trembling?
crowds of dark shadows converge
waiting in the wings

Kim M. Russell, 2018

Image found on www.urbanghostsmedia.com

My response to In The Spotlight At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai — An Open Stage #1 Wrapped in a leaf blanket

In the first episode of a new special feature at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, called ‘In The Spotlight At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai — An Open Stage’, Chèvrefeuille will be sharing Japanese poetry that was sent by e-mail by haiku poets who don’t participate on a regular basis or don’t have the opportunity to link their poetry to our Haiku Kai. This week it is…