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Saturday, April 27, 2013


sitting on this stone
where a wall used to be . . .
the gentle rain

Third place, Caribbean Kigo Kukai, April 2013. Kigo: stone


Blogger polona said...

whether the wall was brought down by time or by human hand is irrelevant as it's the sentiment that the poet manages to evoke that counts...

10:42 AM  
Blogger Magyar said...

Old stone walls... one of my favorite keys of history.
__We find stone walls in the forests, straight lined with perpendicular crossing points; once, that forest was farmland and we will wonder... as our minds step... back into that time.

Thanks for this fine reminder, Bill. _m

10:16 AM  
Blogger Iris said...

Hi Bill

very fine (gentle) haiku :) I like your style :)
Best regards

11:18 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thanks, polona. The last line is meant to suggest not only the current weaather, but the possibility that the force[s] that brought down the wall may be, in themselves, "gentle."

Thanks, Doug. I consider this a New England haiku.

Thank you for that most encouraging comment, Iris.

12:43 PM  
Blogger Monika said...

I don't know why, but your haiku made me think of Ursula Le Guin's first novel "A wizard of Earthsea". There is a wall in it and when I read your fine haiku, I saw this wall ...

11:01 AM  
Blogger jem said...

Oh, I like this. A great sense of patience and acceptance. The things we build, the things that fall.

3:07 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

What an interesting association, Monika. Thanks.

A sensitive reading, Jem. Thanks.

5:36 AM  

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