Expiring like a quivering, vulnerable bird in the dawn’s grey
I have become obsessed with how Anne died, three months ago, quivering, vulnerable, like a stricken bird.
This little poem is intended to honour her. It is presented on a Haiga background.
https://www.graceguts.com/haiga
I find it soothing and therapeutic to concoct these Haiga creations, using AI to create the imagery and superimposing my stabs at Haiku or Tanka verse.
Your friend,
Robert
https://robertmcbrydeauthor.com/
If you feel like reading more about Anne’s cancer journey, I’ve chronicled it in prose and poetry here:
https://robertmcbrydeauthor.com/news/
