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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Beautiful Bill
How do you do it?
The naturalness of the moment so well caught.
_kala
I loved this image – so clear, so true, so gentle. I can feel the finger turning to point towards me as your bring me into your world. Thank you, Bill.
Reminds me, years ago I pointed out the moon to a friend’s small child… days later he wanted to see the moon again… but that day the moon was not visable… he cried and cried because we couldn’t find it.
bill, day after day after day… i’ve continually read the endless euphemism in vain responses; portraying professional courtesy, i’d guess, or possibly not knowing better?
FINALLY, i’m reading something worthy of each praise.
good job, bill
having said all this, rather than use stares, had you considered gapes, or gawks–
Beautiful Bill
How do you do it?
The naturalness of the moment so well caught.
_kala
I agree with Kala: gently and subtlely caught.
Thanks, kala and aurora. Hey, let’s give the kid some credit!
the innocent eyes of a child. beautiful moment to share. thank you Bill
Liked it when I first read it, Bill, and I haven’t changed my mind. Nicely done and, as is often said, you make it sound so easy.
lovely Bill. Children never surprise you,
do they.
Dear Bill, I am happy to read again this excellent poem.
All of us have begun by staring at someone’s finger, more or less figuratively speaking…:)
HI Bill. I remember this one. Loved it then… still love it.
It’s one of those universal things that haiku can capture so perfectly.
You have done this without embellishment, and its simplicity is breaktaking for that.
It continues to resonate long after it’s read.
Thanks for a lovely start to the day.
I loved this image – so clear, so true, so gentle. I can feel the finger turning to point towards me as your bring me into your world. Thank you, Bill.
Peggy Lee (“Is that all there is”) couldn’t have said it better. Bravo!
Bill, I love very much this excellent poem… so simple, so clear… bravo!
Beautifully simple and elegant, as always, Bill.
Karen
Reminds me, years ago I pointed out the moon to a friend’s small child… days later he wanted to see the moon again… but that day the moon was not visable… he cried and cried because we couldn’t find it.
bill, day after day after day… i’ve continually read the endless euphemism in vain responses; portraying professional courtesy, i’d guess, or possibly not knowing better?
FINALLY, i’m reading something worthy of each praise.
good job, bill
having said all this, rather than use stares, had you considered gapes, or gawks–
Good to see this one here, Bill. As you already know, it’s one of my favorites of yours.
Very nice!
Bill,
There is little I can offer that hasn’t been said, just this single word. Grand!
_m
Don’t point that thing at me, Bill.
Nice ‘ku!
Hi Bill,
so nice to see you here again!
And this is such a warm and touching moment…
;)
Lary