You are gone / but your wild things are / still with us.

This one is written in fond memory of the magical words and cadence of Maurice Sendak, who died today.

“The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another his mother called him ‘WILD THING!’”

Of course, I have a son named Max… 🙂

// haikumages // ©russ murray 

“Haikumages” are short poems (mostly haiku and senryu-style) combined with images (mostly original photographs and graphics) by Russ Murray.

2 responses to “You are gone / but your wild things are / still with us.”

  1. carolee1945 Avatar
    carolee1945

    I like your topical haiku. I will never forget the first time I read Where the Wild Things Are to my children.

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    1. remurray Avatar
      remurray

      thanks! me too, I really did name my son Max, and he is (or was) a wild thing…

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