I am a retired Indian Air Force officer. Earlier I taught English Literature. I write poetry in Urdu language. I am a practising Buddhist. Being a widower at 65 years of age, I live with my married son and spinster daughter.
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I like this haiku, but it immediately occurred to me that it would be more moving if the first line were less literal, more metaphoric, like Yeats’ 59 swans. Maybe “93 celibrations.”
_ Long time friends change so -slowly- they seem always to remain… unchanged, and that is the comfort they give.
_ Your’s is a -comforting- thought Vishnu!
thx, -M
Vishnu, only the mountains are old.
eighty autumns, today
eighty songs
in my heart
Hi Vishnu,
Pune is a place of mountains and I can visualise my future in your haiku!!
Good work.
Warmly,
kala
All my best to you and those mountains.
I like this haiku, but it immediately occurred to me that it would be more moving if the first line were less literal, more metaphoric, like Yeats’ 59 swans. Maybe “93 celibrations.”
An indian pilot
crossing the Himalaia’s Mounts…
the life or the dead?!
“old mountains” are reliable friends
best wishes,
Angelika
alone on the dock . . .
the moonlight reaches
across the lake
A very rich ku, Vishnu. I wish you many autumns.
autumns past–
as this one fades,
embers crackle
_ Long time friends change so -slowly- they seem always to remain… unchanged, and that is the comfort they give.
_ Your’s is a -comforting- thought Vishnu!
thx, -M
I loved your haiku. I hope you are not too sad. I am sure your past companions are missing you too.
Best wishes,
Sharon
goodbyes between old friends
as summer ends…
green oak leaf turns rust and gold