Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence



Inside looking out
Many phases of the moon
Her last loving hug

Locked in with her memories
Grandma sheds a single tear

Time is most priceless possession to the elderly. So to treat them as if their time is “less than” or to prolong taking precious time away from loved ones is intolerably cruel. Instead of the elderly”taking one for the team” let’s work together so that families can reunite and be whole again. 

Wear a mask, socially distance, wash your hands. Let’s beat this thing before it is too late for your loved ones.



For certain memories 
time stands still
and for a moment
the pain is searingly fresh
The loss makes you realize
what matters most
An aching reminder
of what it means
to truly love

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #242: Time



Life’s transitions
Freedom from this mortal world
Tears role down my face

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #236: Freedom and #237: Transition



Each day
Little by little
Memories evanesce into darkness

Who knows when the fog descended, your intelligence
It hid your secret, until you were at the point of no return
But the storm of your last six weeks could not deny the plaques and tangles,
The snarled mat of mind disintegration, consuming consciousness
I was the one had to take your car keys, the doctors would not help
I was the one that had to hide your guns, the police would not help
Their fear of lawsuit left them impotent
So each day I would check on you, alone
Not knowing if the wind would be coming out of the north or south.
Not knowing what lay behind the closed door in the darkened room
Then came the day that would last forever, what would be the eye of this storm.
Your relentless desperation for a gun, wanting to die in your own bed next to Mom
Then with your wife safely hidden away in the sanctuary of a friend
We began our unholy race, knowing we would all lose in the end
So I was forced to choose; there was no solace here,
Standing on the abyss of unfathomable emotions
The twist of fate, the parent-child relationship spun on its head
Protecting you from yourself, Mom from your delusions
Oh Freud would have a field day with this
Your id isolated and locked away in all its destructive glory
At first you would not talk to me, volcanic eruptions of anger,
Then you held my hand, conspiring like two naughty children
“Let me out please, I will behave”
“I will say anything I have to, let me go home”
The last time I fed you sweet, cool ice cream, your eyes shined
But inside you were wasting, wasting, wasting away
Sinew-shrunk; just skin, bones and confusion
Fear and suffering your companion until your final

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #172: Vanishing



Another dear friend
Crosses the misty bridge
Fog condenses into tears

In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #168: Bridges and Kristjaan Panneman’s CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI: Carpe Diem #1575 Fuyukasumi (Winter Mist)


Empty Nest


Bathed in amber gloam
Fond memories of childhood
Lonely half moon smile

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #161: Remembrance and Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: Carpe Diem #1539 Autum’s Voice (ali no koe) (classical kigo)






My contemplation
Of all life’s impermanence
Stars subtle decay

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #160: Contemplation and Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: Carpe Diem #1537 Decay