spring morning
sun and fresh paint
on the windowsill
Published by
Fred Flohr
Some know me from the long-ago-Shiki period. I live in The Netherlands, member of the Dutch Haiku Society, produced and published haiku, senryu, tanka, kyoka, haiga and haibun.
See more haiku by Fred Flohr in the old tinywords archive.
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i could almost see it, but not like shirley, i couldn’t smell it.
yet there was something off balance about this piece.
so taking the advice of others, from before, i reread it.
and there it was, the second line.
perhaps being more descriptive of the sun’s nature, in other words, “sunshine” would have done something magnificent.
case in point:
spring morning
sunshine, fresh paint
on the windowsill
then i remembered shirley’s smelling the fresh paint, then my mind began to roam. hmmm, spring morning, surely, there might have been some dew.
of course it may have been late morning, but fred’s piece had done the job of creating a vivid image. good work fred.
so as i wait for the next haiku, i wonder if the paint was still wet, or if there was a “wet paint” sign, or even what was the color of the paint…
this is the nature of a haiku, at least in “my opinion”, to create so much, with so little being said. “brevity”, right norman.
I like this poem as is, too. And I agree about short bios. As a very general observation, sometimes there are too many words around poems in various books, journals, etc. Sometimes the context is helpful, but sometimes the poems don’t get to simply “be themselves.” Having been a teacher, I have to remind myself of this all the time. Many thanks for tinywords…this forum is a good idea!
upon reading any literary piece, i rarely if ever, practically never, caring less to read a bio.
i am “almost” in agreement with ellen’s thoughts on the pieces being themselves, or in my words, “standing on it’s own merit”.
all too often, some are “brainwashed” into satisfaction by what an author has done previously, or what membership they possess, or what awards they may have garnered.
the truly humble author labors in anonymity.
ellen, i too, was once a teacher, and i constantly reminded myself, in order to teach effectively, one should be an exemplary student first, something i hold onto in my life, presently.
a sin, one thinking all is learned, and there’s no one who has anything remotely important to present, or worthwhile sharing .
for all my words, the pleasure received is knowing someone somewhere is sharing my thoughts;
“for the messenger is never to be more importance than the message…”
Nice juxtaposition of sun and paint!
:- )
Not only can I see it, I can smell it. Yummy. Good one!
i could almost see it, but not like shirley, i couldn’t smell it.
yet there was something off balance about this piece.
so taking the advice of others, from before, i reread it.
and there it was, the second line.
perhaps being more descriptive of the sun’s nature, in other words, “sunshine” would have done something magnificent.
case in point:
spring morning
sunshine, fresh paint
on the windowsill
then i remembered shirley’s smelling the fresh paint, then my mind began to roam. hmmm, spring morning, surely, there might have been some dew.
of course it may have been late morning, but fred’s piece had done the job of creating a vivid image. good work fred.
so as i wait for the next haiku, i wonder if the paint was still wet, or if there was a “wet paint” sign, or even what was the color of the paint…
this is the nature of a haiku, at least in “my opinion”, to create so much, with so little being said. “brevity”, right norman.
You are right Bob! The word ‘sunshine’ is perfect! Still a good haiku though. Way to go!
I liked it, and personally prefer the word “sun” rather than “sunshine”. Nice short bio, too.
I like this poem as is, too. And I agree about short bios. As a very general observation, sometimes there are too many words around poems in various books, journals, etc. Sometimes the context is helpful, but sometimes the poems don’t get to simply “be themselves.” Having been a teacher, I have to remind myself of this all the time. Many thanks for tinywords…this forum is a good idea!
the question of bios appears to be in the air.
upon reading any literary piece, i rarely if ever, practically never, caring less to read a bio.
i am “almost” in agreement with ellen’s thoughts on the pieces being themselves, or in my words, “standing on it’s own merit”.
all too often, some are “brainwashed” into satisfaction by what an author has done previously, or what membership they possess, or what awards they may have garnered.
the truly humble author labors in anonymity.
ellen, i too, was once a teacher, and i constantly reminded myself, in order to teach effectively, one should be an exemplary student first, something i hold onto in my life, presently.
a sin, one thinking all is learned, and there’s no one who has anything remotely important to present, or worthwhile sharing .
for all my words, the pleasure received is knowing someone somewhere is sharing my thoughts;
“for the messenger is never to be more importance than the message…”
twirling into shape
the artist’s fruit
spring evening —
moon and whispers
in the air