wilderness trash heap
all around the broken clock
wild lilies

—Margarita Engle

My husband and I practice training his search and rescue dog in wild places. One day, I noticed a pile of junk that had been dumped. Flowers circled the smashed clock, a surreal image, with some sort of significance that I cannot name...

About the author: Margarita Engle (Englefam at Earthlink.net) is the author, most recently, of The Poet Slave of Cuba: A Biography of Juan Francisco Manzano (Henry Holt & Co., 2006). Word Wings (Elin Grace Publ.) is a collection of haiku and short poems for children.

She is also the author of two novels as well as shorter works selected for anthologies and literary journals in many countries, in several languages. She has won numerous literary awards.


Responses to the haiku for 19 March 2007 by Margarita Engle

    2007-03-19 10:37:06

    Bourbon Street
    rain drips from the trumpet lily

    2007-03-19 13:16:38

    tiger lilies stalk
    the wild petunia
    in her lair

    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2007-03-19 17:08:25

    "trail of tears"-

    nunna daul isunyi
    the trail where we cried

    never a subject more worthy of tears
    nor treated with more tender
    and affecting sentiment

    every letter written with a tear
    every word the sob of a broken heart

    yet, he does not forget that a covenant God still reigns *

    *thoughts on the cherokee nation's resettlement, and "words" reflecting jeremiah's lamentation

    Gosia Zamorska
    2007-03-19 23:50:51

    For me there's no sorrow here. The significance is just LIFE, in any form (in this case flowers). The clock isn't ticking, but the lilies are growing. Still.

    2007-03-20 05:05:16

    _I agree with Gosia. Lilies care nothing about our time's gauge or of its ticks and tocks, their cycles simply carry on. That, I think, is the circular contrary... of your insightful haiku.
    _Our sense of time... is the eddy it leaves as it passes us by.

    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2007-03-20 08:43:58

    time: a nonspatial(not having space) continuum(that which is continuous, no separate parts evident) in which events/nonevents occur in IRREVERSIBLE succession...

    what if...
    there was no day nor night
    only the twinkling of the stars

    the haiku, lasting for a moment

    broken clock
    on the dusty mantel
    correct once today--
    once tonight