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Thursday, March 28, 2013

grandmother's house

grandmother's house
the upright piano
no one ever played

A slightly different version of this (which I'll post in a little while) was published in A Hundred Gourds.


Blogger Adelaide said...

Hi Bill,

You must have been at my grandmother's house when you wrote this.


6:45 AM  
Blogger Danièle Duteil said...

And so the the old house is even more empty.

6:57 AM  
Blogger polona said...

i think grandmother was maiden aunt in AHG?
i like both versions but lean slightly toward the published one...

9:43 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thanks, Adelaide, Daniele, and polona. Please take a look at "my maiden aunt." As I say at that post, I have a comment to make after I give you a chance to make yours.

10:52 AM  
Blogger Iris said...

Hi Bill
for me this is nostalgic haiku, I prefer this version.
Best regards

11:46 AM  
Blogger Monika said...

In my grandmother's appartment (just upstairs of our's) there was also a piano, but my grandfather and my uncle played it...

Your haiku often evoke childhood memories for me !

5:59 PM  
Blogger Bill said...

I'm pleased to know you find my haiku evocative, Monika.

8:00 PM  

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