Wednesday, 3 January 2018

Haiku 1/2018



Fireworks in the park

Broken sticks fall on the ground

And stars fade out of sight








8 comments:

  1. pyrosky
    comets burst from that core
    the dust

    __ Fireworks bursting: the dust of those memories are positives, not lost thoughts. Smiles! _m

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  2. I never heard a single firework here - taking one's

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  3. (I've started so I'll finish!)
    hearing aid out and then laying one's head on the pillow means a totally silent world - sometimes an advantage.

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  4. Fortunately the wind was blowing all the smoke away from us. They seem to get smokier, louder and brighter every year. God knows what they put in them.

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  5. Silence is golden, as the song goes. Thanks Pat.

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  6. Auden wrote one poem in the form of haiku verses. I cant tell you nowcwhat it was because I am not at home. I did not hear any fireworks.

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    1. I like Ezra Pound's black and wet two-liner 'Faces in a Metro'. Hope it's not too bad weatherwise where you are. Ciao!

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