crackling beach fire–
we hum in place of words
we can’t recall
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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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Takes me back to so many bonfires in Queensland when I was doing landcare.
I enjoyed the haiku because it touches on our needs to remain communal, and even if we “forget the words” we still reach forward to embrace the moment.
Lovely haiku, Michael. This says a lot to me pesonally in regards to remembering the melody, but not the words. The former being much more visceral. I would have preferred not to hear your thoughts on the haiku though…
carole, in the wee hours of the morning, i was caught off-guard by your comment. i tried stifling the laughter, but thought, “what the hell; anyway, my neighbor’s light is on”.
now, i labour to clean the coffee off my monitor…
–
crackling thunder-
the silence heard
round the room
Takes me back to so many bonfires in Queensland when I was doing landcare.
I enjoyed the haiku because it touches on our needs to remain communal, and even if we “forget the words” we still reach forward to embrace the moment.
Wow, that haiku truly has an incredible power..
Well said Alan. . . I totally agree with your thoughts.
Michael this a beautiful moment you’ve captured.
_kala
So evocative, Michael. Hopefully everyone can remember
being a part of that lovely and loving scene.
And I can’t carry a tune, either. But I love the truth of this moment.
a good small poem
dwarfed
by
the bio.
Lovely haiku, Michael. This says a lot to me pesonally in regards to remembering the melody, but not the words. The former being much more visceral. I would have preferred not to hear your thoughts on the haiku though…
Carole
carole, in the wee hours of the morning, i was caught off-guard by your comment. i tried stifling the laughter, but thought, “what the hell; anyway, my neighbor’s light is on”.
now, i labour to clean the coffee off my monitor…
–
crackling thunder-
the silence heard
round the room