dusk
a fresh baguette
crackles in my palm
three sneezes
all that’s left
of the snowman
Both published in Presence 43
a fresh baguette
crackles in my palm
three sneezes
all that’s left
of the snowman
Both published in Presence 43
deeper shadows where the walls meet... autumn rain – Mark E. Brager, The Heron's Nest, Volume XXI, Number 3 (2019) I imagine a corner, two walls meeting at right angles. I can see the depth of shadow there. If I reach out, I am sure the surface – rough brick or smooth masonry – will be cooler; perhaps because the autumn rain I now notice has started to fall. The places where people meet are more emotionally complex, stepping, as we may have to, from the comfort of the familiar to the challenge of the unfamiliar. Those “deeper shadows” may be rich with empathy and gratitude. Eshadows in corners Photograph by Steven Castledinequally, they may be fraught with conflict and umbrage. Brager’s haiku shifts me from inanimate objects to human experience. I sense loss through the image of “autumn rain,” or at least an understanding, or acceptance, of inevitable change that results in something being left behind. Perhaps change, even for the better, always leaves a
loving the snowman!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I have to admit he's a favourite of mine too : )
ReplyDeleteSo, you're moving into spring, Lynne - with fresh bread. Lucky you! I've read through your other posts. The writing is so descriptive - I feel I'm there with you.
ReplyDeleteHi Barb - it's definitely spring here in the south of France (not counting the last 3 days of rain!). Today we're back to blue sky, and the bright pink blossom on the old plum tree is opening out as I type : ) Thanks for the kind words.
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much love...
Two very nice haiku, Lynne. The first is very tactile.
ReplyDeletesudden thaw...
the snowman's eyes
turn back to stones
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Hey Frank - love the snowman's eyes... it feels so sad!
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