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winter
haiku/senryu
my favourite tree
is two
a twining
I consider not writing down
the first thing that comes into my head
but decide against it
where is soil from?
where did rain go?
who drinks deepest towers over
effort of building garden
makes foolish old man
remove mountain
he knows he could remove himself
from the postcard view
but thinks better of that
the frogs go off
like firecrackers
they've never heard of rain
the emptying of the mind
is an option and a meditation essential
he has a little think
in the dry
pick up sticks
tonight is a fire
bath is not getting any warmer
instant immersion
is suggested
so much waking
and still dark
then chase the dream that's gone
cold miracle of day again
revelation
of first light
I realy like this piece, Kit. The last stanza especially "cold miracle of day again ..."
ReplyDeleteThe image is perfect - blue seeping into dawn sky.
I like the quietness and the sly humour in these.
ReplyDeletehehe "he has a little think" made my day. :)
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