Haiku

tobacco and pipe
long forgotten on the stoop
chatting at the gate


love, Eaton 

and the ghost of your cigarette smoke

sometimes by night
while wandering
through poetry
I find
your trail of
words
open
reminding me
you’re very much here
embalmed in your words

*

love, Eaton

the 14th day

It’s your birthday

as unreachable 

as you are

I see you clearly

love 

overtakes 

any disappointment

or regret

mother love

yours for me

love,
 Eaton

just another piece of war

like the petals of a poppy

life is short 

a burst 

a vibrant flame 

soon spent

falling

drifting on the wind

to final rest

fading away

or

a violent end

finishing with a

petal bruising finality

death of roots and stalk

a festering war

love,
Eaton (Berenice Albrecht)

The price has been paid, once and for all!

I wander the streets

looking

searching

hoping

in vane

to find

the gateway

and when I do

I realise

a ‘camel cannot 

go through the 

eye of a needle’

and the way in

resides inside

me 

surrendering

to You.

love,

 Eaton
(Berenice Albrecht)