Death Comes Quickly

Hiding in darkness laughter fills the night air then death strikes, swift, sudden

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Constance La France

Date: 2/25/2015 9:40:00 AM

David, I decided to visit one of your older poems and so happy I did, your haiku is beautiful and profound, yes death can strike without notice and does to many and thanks for visiting beyond the billowing . . .

Cynthia Jones

Date: 1/6/2015 5:04:00 PM

So sad how things can happen so quickly. Great Haiku David. Well done. Keep up with the great work. Keep on penning. Thank you so very much for sharing your wonderful and creative talents with us. We all truly appreciate it. *S* Cynthia

Jan Allison

Date: 12/28/2014 5:38:00 PM

I have read your comment about your friend - so so sad -but I can relate to this with my son's friends - tried to get high on a drug - it didnt work immediately - took more - 2 brothers sadly dead:-( Hugs jan xx

Jan Allison
Date: 12/29/2014 11:55:00 AM

Thanks for those comforting words :-) Hugs jan xx

David Meade
Date: 12/29/2014 11:51:00 AM

Yes, I am 54 years old and I can still remember the day! Many life lessons . . . hopefully after the grief passes, you will be able to explore these lessons with him. Travel light down these paths. Thanks again for all of your wonderful support and friendship. Priceless are these to me.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/26/2014 9:24:00 PM

oh my, I just read what you wrote down here about the boy at the hay ride. That is extremely sad!!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/26/2014 9:23:00 PM

well, that is not good for it to come on the heels of laughter like that. You got across the title very well!!

David Meade

Date: 10/23/2014 3:25:00 PM

This time a year, I always remember a classmate who died during a hayride celebrating Halloween. One minute we were all laughing and then the next a boy jumps, slips, falls and the heavy wheels of the hay wagon roll over him. I ran to him and heard the soft bubbling sounds of life leaving him.

Phyllis Babcock

Date: 10/22/2014 11:49:00 AM

Welcome to the soup I see you are new here. I hope you don't mind my advice about haiku but your writing is very good and your short poems are awesome. It takes along time to figure out forms and I am still learning too. love phyl

David Meade
Date: 10/23/2014 3:26:00 PM

Here is the back story: This time a year, I always remember a classmate who died during a hayride celebrating Halloween. One minute we were all laughing and then the next a boy jumps, slips, falls and the heavy wheels of the hay wagon roll over him. I ran to him and heard the soft bubbling sounds of life leaving him.