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Saturday, March 15, 2008

happy hour

happy hour
he tells me again
he doesn't miss her
(Published in Sketchbook)


Blogger floots said...

i thought this guy only ever stood next to me :)
this says so much bill
thank you

1:04 AM  
Blogger haiku-shelf said...

a good senryĆ», Bill!

the repetition (".../he.../he...") works so well

when "he" is really "happy" "he" will have no time to talk with you...(it will be so nice to talk with "her"...)

3:05 AM  
Blogger jem said...

I'm sure we have all been on one end or the other of this scene. No matter how many times he says it, it will never be true.

7:22 AM  
Blogger polona said...

one can feel the underlying sadness... excellent.

11:13 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

floots, Angelika, Jem. polona, it's a pleasure to find such sensitive readers.

4:09 PM  
Anonymous gautami tripathy said...

It does seem he is lonely!

6:22 PM  
Blogger Bill said...

I'd say so, gautami.

7:13 PM  
Blogger John McDonald said...

love it great one bill

10:22 AM  
Blogger J. Andrew Lockhart said...

there's a sadness in this,

9:57 PM  
Blogger Tikkis said...

I agree with all these comments, a great poem!

I blame God for
making life so
boring --

(Jack Kerouac, Book of Sketches p.283)

3:09 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thanks John, andrew, and tikkis. And, tikkis, check out today's post.

6:20 PM  
Anonymous Ella Wagemakers said...

The alliteration and repetition work well here, Bill. And don't we always happen to know someone like this? Great senryu!

happy hour
the old man watches
a pole dancer

:>) Ella

6:38 PM  
Blogger Bill said...

Ella, have you been spying on me?; )

7:52 PM  
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6:23 AM  

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