blizzard —
the hero on the pedestal
thicker and thicker
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Jacek Margolak
Jacek Margolak was born in Rzeszów in 1964. He lives in Kielce (POLAND) with his wife and two sons. He works as a print technologist. He has been interested in haiku and haiga since 2000 and now he is a member of two poetic groups writing haiku - "Haiku po polsku" and "Orient", and his poems have been published on the internet at "The Heron's Nest", "Mainichi Daily News", "Haiku Harvest", "Asahi Haikuist Network", "Lishanu " and haiga at "World Haiku Association".
Email: jacek dot jaal at gmail dot com
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very nice Jacek. I’ll bet he’s only thicker on one side.
spring storm–
new ice on one side
of the fence posts
Ha! Jacek, this gave me a chuckle. I can see how the statue would get thicker with layers of snow and ice, but it’s the other sense of ‘thicker’ that gives this that layer of ‘dry’ humour. I wonder if you have an expression in Polish that’s equivalent to the English ‘thick as a brick’?
While agreeing with the other comments, I also find a note of pathos here. Once put on a pedestal, the hero is unable to adapt to changing conditions, e. g., to come in out of the snow. It’s happened to the best of them. And the worst.
very nice Jacek. I’ll bet he’s only thicker on one side.
spring storm–
new ice on one side
of the fence posts
Ha! Jacek, this gave me a chuckle. I can see how the statue would get thicker with layers of snow and ice, but it’s the other sense of ‘thicker’ that gives this that layer of ‘dry’ humour. I wonder if you have an expression in Polish that’s equivalent to the English ‘thick as a brick’?
lorin
I love this! The hero gets thicker in the blizzard…and his heroic features become obscured. Sublime and clever observation, Jacek. Thank you for this.
While agreeing with the other comments, I also find a note of pathos here. Once put on a pedestal, the hero is unable to adapt to changing conditions, e. g., to come in out of the snow. It’s happened to the best of them. And the worst.
statue of david
the moyel pretends
not to look
;)
I like your poem Jacek, literally and more so for the reason Lorin mentioned.
Ah yes, the various meanings which can be attached to this…good work, Jacek!
;)
Lary
Yes, Nice! Enjoying the still form until:
blurring snowfall
eventually
the statue disappears
Thanks for all the comments, everyone.
winter crossroads–
even the clouds travel
in different directions