bright breeze
a sighted person fingers
the statue’s eyes
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Alan Summers
Alan's haiku and poetry is published in over 60 anthologies, and a number of languages. He regularly reads, performs, and workshops from venues as diverse as possible including shop windows; inner city rainforests; cliff tops; to the more orthodox places...on occasion. His website is: http://www.withwords.org.uk
Contact: alan at withwords dot org dot uk
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It’s like I’m there, watching! I find this poem very evocative.
I like the way the haiku points to the different ways that we “see” things. Sometimes what we visualize through the other senses connects in ways that sight does not. Good job with this haiku!
too often a sighted individual senses become dull; comparable to a person who speaks one language only, or one who eats the same meal daily…
share a moment with someone visually impaired, and experience something amazing; first, get pass the sympathy.
live a little, experience some things with your eyes closed!
–
moist
and velvety soft–
this tear forms in her sleep
It’s like I’m there, watching! I find this poem very evocative.
remarkable! absolutely remarkable. i love the concept of the haiku. keep up the good work
I like the way the haiku points to the different ways that we “see” things. Sometimes what we visualize through the other senses connects in ways that sight does not. Good job with this haiku!
sibilance-
the soothing sounds
of a bright breeze
nicely done Alan!
bright breeze
a sighted person fingers
the statue’s eyes
Absolutely wonderful, Alan. Just when I’m thinking, it’s all been said (which of course it both has and hasn’t), along comes this poem. Thank you.
Wonderfully tactile, Alan.
Thank you Karen, vinit, Nanci, Josh, Norman, and Bill for your kind and insightful comments.
cool light airy night–
twinkling of her fingers
stead of open eyes
I like the twinkling of her fingers!
Excellent work, Allen! Amazing image. I wonder how it would change if it was a blind person’s hand on the statue?
bright breeze
a blind man fingers
the statue’s eyes
~Megan
first kiss
in the topiary garden
feeling watched
megan, that thought crossed my mind, too.
perchance the wording would change to:
light breeze
rising–
the blind man’s fingers
find the statues eyes
I really like the connection of the senses here,
Alan…and the sense of connecting.
;)
Lary
Awesome, Alan.
For me, I like it better as a sighted person, as opposed to a blind one, but I do think it works either way.
This is easy to see! Thank you.
Collin
Hi Megan, hi b.m.!
Interesting question, it was because it was a sighted person acting like you would expect someone who was blind would act that fascinated me.
Hi laryalee,
interestingly put, and spot on.
Thanks Collin, you’re right, and it was powerful to me because it was a sighted person being so tactile.
too often a sighted individual senses become dull; comparable to a person who speaks one language only, or one who eats the same meal daily…
share a moment with someone visually impaired, and experience something amazing; first, get pass the sympathy.
live a little, experience some things with your eyes closed!
–
moist
and velvety soft–
this tear forms in her sleep
Thanks b.m. and incredibly beautiful haiku from you. I hope you submit it to Tinywords!
Winter sunshine
Bright skies belie wind chill
Fingers tingle
The cold of the statue would contrast greatly with the cold of the day.
Thanks Lesley!
I really like that comment you made too:
“The cold of the statue would contrast greatly with the cold of the day.”