skipping that lecture
on metaphor in haiku
Indian summer
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Bill Kenney
Bill Kenney has been writing haiku since a month before his seventy-second birthday. His work has appeared in various online and print publications and anthologies. He is one of the poets featured in A New Resonance 5: Emerging Voices in English Language Haiku (Red Moon Press, 2007).
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Ha! Bill,
I love the kigo word here, it adds layers of depth to L1 & 2
crashing through autumn leaves
clouds in the sky
city of temples
My first take was that the summer had a day out to play (from the formal pedantry of the seasonal round) and, in the world of nature, this is an indian summer.. a seasonal anomoly explained poetically – honest! :)
There are things that only a teacher can see. I’ve become a student-reader of your haiku. You made me see it [Prof. Bill]. Thank you for the view. Such a nice lecture!
Just got back from a midweek getaway (the joys of retirement). How delightful to find my poem and these most gratifying and deeply appreciated responses.
Ha! Bill,
I love the kigo word here, it adds layers of depth to L1 & 2
Good one!
-kala
Love this one, Bill!
Bill, it’s great to see you here again!
And this is a gem…who needs metaphors
(or lectures) when you can experience such
a glorious reality!
;)
Lary
“…Grey is, young friend, all theory:…” says Mephistopheles in Goethe`s Faust
you wrote a good haiku, Bill!
Angelika
A tongue in cheek moment Bill and one I enjoyed very much. A good one! :-)
Carole
crashing through autumn leaves
clouds in the sky
city of temples
(keep on rockin’ in the free world Bill)
stepping stones . . .
some kinda metaphor
in there somewhere
i like your haiku alot, bill.
could be a sister to the one on your blog?
Enjoyed this one, Bill. And you pulled it off in 5-7-5. Nice!
There are things that only a teacher can see. I’ve become a student-reader of your haiku. You made me see it [Prof. Bill]. Thank you for the view. Such a nice lecture!
Nice haiku, Bill!
A subtle manner of inviting us to look around and to see…
A deep bow to you, Bill.
life is indeed akin to a dream, specially when viewed from a class room, through an unobstructed window…
during indian summer
–
dead metaphor-
red peonies line the lake
like unabated blood flow
Just got back from a midweek getaway (the joys of retirement). How delightful to find my poem and these most gratifying and deeply appreciated responses.