tourists talking
in several languages–
the glassblower exhales

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Michael Dylan Welch

Michael Dylan Welch served two terms as poet laureate of Redmond, Washington, where he has curated monthly SoulFood Poetry Night readings since 2006 and was president of the Redmond Association of Spokenword for more than 15 years. His books include True Colour, a collection of solo rengay, and Seven Suns, Seven Moons. He founded and continues to direct the annual Seabeck Haiku Getaway, runs National Haiku Writing Month (www.nahaiwrimo.com), and serves as a director of the biennial Haiku North America conference. He has been keynote speaker for the Haiku International Association conference in Tokyo, and in 2012 one of his translations from the Japanese appeared on the back of 150 million U.S. postage stamps. His personal website is www.graceguts.com, devoted mostly to poetry.

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  1. 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.

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  3. Excellent, although I personally resent Canada being listed LAST on the string of countries in which you have lived. :)

    Well done.

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  4. finding the perfect necklace
    handblown in Venice
    under the bed

    Thank you, Michael!
    Venice memories come “flooding” back…

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  5. Lovely haiku, Michael. Makes me wonder if it’s more difficult to blow glass or speak in foreign languages. ;-)

    Susan

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  6. 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

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