Rita Odeh is a Palestinian poet living in Nazareth, Israel. She studied English and general literature in Haifa university. She has five books of poetry. Her interest in haiku began on Oct. 2006.
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I thougt at first that the kite always flies higher than its string, but then I realized that we don’t always notice that and that is what you are inviting us to look at.
First we notice the kite and then we notice that the kite has whipped out of someone’s hand and is flying free in the wind.
Good observation and layers of meaning.
Lynette
Hi Rita. Ah, life’s little tragedies. What a perfect haiku for the day. It made me smile in my storm tossed corner of the world. Lovely. Best regards, Michele
When I read it last week I sincerely thought that I have read better haiku by you, Rita.
Now that I re-read it, I honestly find it very powerful. Lots of hidden meanings (and possibilities) in a few words! For me, this is a very philosophical haiku (of course, I realize some argue that philoopshy and hiaku do not go hand in hand — not for me).
clear sky
on bramble bushes;
a broken kite
(Published in Slovenija on Letni Casi nr. 28/29)
I thougt at first that the kite always flies higher than its string, but then I realized that we don’t always notice that and that is what you are inviting us to look at.
First we notice the kite and then we notice that the kite has whipped out of someone’s hand and is flying free in the wind.
Good observation and layers of meaning.
Lynette
This one soars, Rita.
I’m with Bill here!
– kala
It’s great to see this one here, Rita. Good work!
Collin
I echo Collin…
very nice, Rita!
:-)
Lary
i like your kite-haiku very much, Rita!
best wishes,
Angelika
Clear and simple image, Rita! Nice :)
Origa
It soars for me too … Johnathan Livingston Seagull … a kite near Golden Gate Bridge … and even Charlie Brown looking skyward. Nicely done, Rita!
That’s my dream, to go further then my strings.
Charming haiku. It reminders me about a happening from my childhood:
After the wirlwind
all the children are gapping
the kite’s string
Well done, Rita. You’re flying high!
Susan
You made me remember a first year physics lab when we tested our kites for lift – on a March day with a chinook wind gusting to 80 – 100 km/h :-)
kite untethered
when will it land?
another gust
Thanks, Rita.
Judi
endless morning gust-
bowed ‘gainst the sky
thinning kite string
Nice work. Several layers of meaning into eleven syllables.
Yes, indeed. Love those layers of meaning, from playful to profound. But then, who ever said “Peanuts” isn’t profound?
Dear Rita, I wish your dreams always take wings. A beautiful poem and a very good prosody.
Thank you.
I love the haiku!
Here’s a kite oldie from me.
the bare tree
blue and yellow remnant
a forgotten kite
Hi Rita. Ah, life’s little tragedies. What a perfect haiku for the day. It made me smile in my storm tossed corner of the world. Lovely. Best regards, Michele
Thank you all for your kind comments and lovely haiku.
When I read it last week I sincerely thought that I have read better haiku by you, Rita.
Now that I re-read it, I honestly find it very powerful. Lots of hidden meanings (and possibilities) in a few words! For me, this is a very philosophical haiku (of course, I realize some argue that philoopshy and hiaku do not go hand in hand — not for me).