tourists talking
in several languages–
the glassblower exhales
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Michael Dylan Welch
Michael Dylan Welch is poet laureate of Redmond, Washington, and curator for two poetry reading series in Redmond. His latest poetry book is True Colour. He is a longtime officer of the Haiku Society of America, and proprietor of National Haiku Writing Month (www.nahaiwrimo.com). His personal website is www.graceguts.com, devoted mostly to poetry.
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Venice reminds me of the Orsoni brothers and smalti, whilst glass-blowing reminds me of the British Haiku Society haiku & glass readings at the Leather Market in London! ;-)
michael, i concur. the finger lakes area of new york, and yearly field trips to the corning museum of glass are etched in my mind. the glassblowers, and the terrific heat associated with this skill; reminiscing, i recall the bellowing furnace, and the growing bubble, at the end of a rod, destined to become this master centerpiece…
Venice reminds me of the Orsoni brothers and smalti, whilst glass-blowing reminds me of the British Haiku Society haiku & glass readings at the Leather Market in London! ;-)
As usual, a highly evocative haiku.
Hi Michael,
I can easily visualise the scene!
Great work.
Warmly,
Kala
Excellent, although I personally resent Canada being listed LAST on the string of countries in which you have lived. :)
Well done.
finding the perfect necklace
handblown in Venice
under the bed
Thank you, Michael!
Venice memories come “flooding” back…
Lovely haiku, Michael. Makes me wonder if it’s more difficult to blow glass or speak in foreign languages. ;-)
Susan
michael, i concur. the finger lakes area of new york, and yearly field trips to the corning museum of glass are etched in my mind. the glassblowers, and the terrific heat associated with this skill; reminiscing, i recall the bellowing furnace, and the growing bubble, at the end of a rod, destined to become this master centerpiece…
–
in awe
as the glassblower exhales–
silence
Simply beautiful, Michael.
I love the feeling I get
from this, Michael…
almost as if I become
part of that exhaling…