My chosen prompt for this week is:
“And then there are the times when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling.” ― George Carlin.
It should never have happened this way. We are standing at the spot where the disaster that changed our lives occurred.
We have gathered because Clarrie’s Mum has brought us all out here, to stand in front of the tree that ended Clarrie’s life.
Though I am more inclined to say it was Clarrie who did all the ending.
The rest of us are gathered to remember, to bring closure on a life that was for the most part a lot of fun for him and everyone who knew him.
But whilst Clarrie has gone, we are still here, each of us uncomfortable in front of his mum who stands sobbing into her hanky while the boys and I shuffle about kicking the dirt and hoping she doesn’t start like she did at the funeral. A grown woman expressing such grief in such an overt way was hard for all of us, doesn’t she know we each miss him, we each wish this had never happened and we each wish we knew why the gods had chosen that night for the car he so lovingly restored to blow a tyre on a corner he had taken a hundred times before.
Sometimes there are no explanations and no understandings to be had.
happy life ended
friends gather to say farewell
tears in the wind
Morpethroad 
Beautifully written
Thank you Anja. I did struggle a bit with this one.
So poignant – such loss is always so incomprehensible. 🙂
Yes thanks Helen. We see them everywhere don’t we, so many families with pain forever.
Duuuude!
I like the readable prose. Haiku would benefit from being broken into two, rather than three, components. Take a look at this link to Under The Basho, an on-line haiku journal. This takes you to the haiku styles page where they explain some basic ins and outs of five different haiku types.
Take care, bud!
Thank you for your comment and advice. I shall look at the link.
I like the Haiku, especially the “tears in the wind”.
Thank you so much.
Well, Sir ST2, you surpass yourself here.
A brilliantly poignant piece.
Perhaps your best to date.
Oh Sir Elephant you are far too kind. What a wonderful Scotsman you are. My grandfather was a Scot, from Glasgow, so I have some Scottish blood, we could be brothers??? Go check out my collaboration. with Anja thats a good one!!!
An excellent piece. Love how expressive your words are. 🙂
Thanks Cubby, I love to read your comments.
deeply felt – always hard when it comes down to saying the last goodbye. your haiku – beautiful tribute.
Thank you Sun I do appreciate that comment.
Superb haiku – and you focused on those moments during the eulogy by the tree in a way the great Czech writers used to do, with perceptive psychology – very much admired – you portrayed the thoughts there with great insight. A lesson learned by me. Stalin used to call those kind of writers Engineers of the Soul by the way. He despised them for their uncanny skill. To be thus despised is a high form of praise I think.
Thank you, I’m not sure about the Czech writers though but thanks for seeing that way.
Powerfully written haibun. The pain that always appears so unexpectedly and the last goodbye that comes sooner than ever wanted, leaving so much left unsaid… Moving and beautiful.
Thanks you Ese your comment is greatly appreciated.