mud puddle–
the little boy’s
bare feet
Published by
Tim Jamieson
I am Canadian, born and raised in the province of Saskatchewan and living in Winnipeg, Manitoba. I first began writing haiku in 1983, and have had work accepted in Canada, the U.S., Japan, Australia, New Zealand, England, Ireland and Belgium.
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oh, i`m sure he will…
i like your haiku!
Wonderfully tactile and immediate. I am three years old all over again.
“…I am three years old all over again…”
I too, Robbie!
_Tim, what a picture you’ve painted. Great_!
muddy puddle
the big boy becomes
… little boy
_M
A match made in heaven.
Fresh haiku.
Great Haiku. I can just “feel” the cool mud oozing through my toes.
I responded instantly to this haiku. It is visual, tactile and great fun.
Tim,
Thanks for the smile.
Judi
I think Bill says it best for me. I feel like I’m there. Thanks Tim!
Collin
What a delightful moment!
Just mud puddle on its own is so evocative!
arboretum
the only puddle I see
a kid in it
large golden mango
top of the tree–
broken limb
where the boy had been