There’s only a portal of black obsidian between the zombies and lava in The Dimension of The Nether and The Overworld where Steve is standing and I am counting his sheep, cows and pigs. But we really shouldn’t be hanging around when night is about to fall and mob attacks are imminent: Blazes and Creepers, Spiders from The Cave, all ready to descend on The Farm. autism spectrum my nephew names all the monsters It’s time to lock up the animals, he says, time to close doors and windows, so I turn Steve around and notice he’s clutching a tiny baguette, something that fills me with unaccountable joy: that in this world of sharp edges and danger a boy has placed Bread in a man’s hands and they are carrying it home. Presence 63, March 2019
I like the first one. Its very real. Those moments of odd logic that you can only smile at.
ReplyDeleteDo you write tankas, too? This one's my favourite, written by Mokichi sometime in the late 1800's, I think.
ReplyDeletefrom where
a red tomato
lies rotting
I am only
a few steps away
It's tacked on the pegboard above my desk, and whenever I see it, it blows me away!
Hi Sue - yes I do, and have had a few published here and in the US. There a few in the recent Simply Haiku, link on the site list.
ReplyDeleteI love this Mokichi one - thanks for letting me know about it.
Best
Lynne
:))) so much truth in these
ReplyDeleteThanks for commenting, Cathrine. I looked at your blog and see you write poetry. You might be interested in another blog I have:
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Best wishes
Lynne