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’m cleaned bowled with your naive romaticism!!
[smiling!]
Norton, all things feed from something before. The seed is sown and takes on its own manfestation. I’m sure you’ve heard that there is nothing original under the sun. So, relax and enjoy. Judith
norton, perchance this haiku has been written thousands of times, and tomorrow it may be written tens of thousands times. as life continues, and the stage is thought to change, simply enjoy, abhor, or ignore each encounter. your choice. the end of life’s repetitions spells one’s demise.
an observation, no judgement…
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winter thoughts-
pink cherry blossoms
will they come, again
happy new year prado,
point counterpoint; my seemingly unappreciative comments cause some to think me the boar. and yet, when i feel there’s something i’ve missed, my comments solicit, though not of an immoral nature, a response from (anyone) to enlighten me.
only saying “good or bad”, says nothing.
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breezy day snowflakes
difficult to catch two alike–
tune from the chimes
I’m cleaned bowled with your naive romaticism!!
[smiling!]
-kala
Touching, indeed.
anniversary
our hands touch as evening
claims the sky
Hey, Vishnu! If you’re a widower, who’s hand is it under the quilt? Kala and Bill, you guys are pretty sharp, also.
Winter moon
your empty space
cold as the night.
Judith
empty blankets
from dreams of her lost touch
i awake
_M
this type of haiku has been written hundreds of times. please, let this be the last
no offense intended
But, Norton, has it ever been done right?
Judith, have you never heard of poetic license? Besides, a widower remember what sex and reconciliation are like.
Norton, all things feed from something before. The seed is sown and takes on its own manfestation. I’m sure you’ve heard that there is nothing original under the sun. So, relax and enjoy. Judith
Such thought provoking responses – all!
Thoroughly enjoyed reading them!
Magyar – Your haiku is just apt here!
empty blankets
from dreams of her lost touch
i awake
_M
warmly,
kala
norton, perchance this haiku has been written thousands of times, and tomorrow it may be written tens of thousands times. as life continues, and the stage is thought to change, simply enjoy, abhor, or ignore each encounter. your choice. the end of life’s repetitions spells one’s demise.
an observation, no judgement…
–
winter thoughts-
pink cherry blossoms
will they come, again
I love the humour, and the kindness in this. It’s very touching … and very real.
married twenty-two years
this evening
they watch trapeze artists
– Sandra
Kala,
_I thank you for your kind thought… inre empty blankets; truely inspired by Vishnu’s image.
_M
storm clouds…
the beauty
of a stagnant pond
norton’s got a point. so does bob.
visnu,a solid five.
happy new year prado,
point counterpoint; my seemingly unappreciative comments cause some to think me the boar. and yet, when i feel there’s something i’ve missed, my comments solicit, though not of an immoral nature, a response from (anyone) to enlighten me.
only saying “good or bad”, says nothing.
–
breezy day snowflakes
difficult to catch two alike–
tune from the chimes
happy new year to you bob.
good says plenty.
a question though, why are people so
comfortable with mediocrity?
prado
prado, precisely-
i’ve learned one has to accept the boo’s along with the ahh’s; 2nd thought, ah can mean like or dislike.
i know of no one whose every effort rates rave reviews.
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i enjoyed vishnu’s piece. one of my joys, the onset of a thawing moment; lets me know i’m alive.
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her feigned frown-
a whipped cream smile
on my morning pastry
;-)