Helga H?rle is a Swedish poet and creative writing teacher, enjoying haiku as a way of tracing the moment...and sharing it. Some of her English haiku were published in magazines like the Heron's Nest, Frogpond and Acorn to mention a few; some of her Swedish in various Swedish mags and anthologies. In 2011 a trilingual collection of her poems was published by t'schrijverke (http://haikuschrijverke.nl/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=147:de-bal-rolt-verder&catid=28&Itemid=57)
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This resting crab makes a nice image.
Thank you for posting this one~!
I guess it was something with the rhytm that made me write "crab", which I actually did from the beginning. So I think I'll stick to it as it is and yes, why not a brackish pond?
I only know about the crabs' environment because my son fishes for them off the docks here (Strait of Juan de Fuca). He has caught crayfish in freshwater lakes, too. I personally prefer "crayfish," and think the rhythm works fine, but of course it is your poem. It is a delightful image.
This resting crab makes a nice image.
Thank you for posting this one~!
Very nice… :-)
coral
growing
on the remains
of the oil
platform
Coral slowly forms
on the ruined platform now.
May they rest in peace.
Good. Dark, evocative of the ancient underwater quality of life and passing.
great image…
peace and love
Evocative image…but I wonder if there are crabs in old ponds. I can envision crayfish…
Perhaps it could be a brackish pond?
Hm Alison,
you're actually right – it was a crayfish!
I guess it was something with the rhytm that made me write "crab", which I actually did from the beginning. So I think I'll stick to it as it is and yes, why not a brackish pond?
I only know about the crabs' environment because my son fishes for them off the docks here (Strait of Juan de Fuca). He has caught crayfish in freshwater lakes, too. I personally prefer "crayfish," and think the rhythm works fine, but of course it is your poem. It is a delightful image.
It is lovely! However, I just thought of a noirish variation:
old wreck—
a crab half out of the sunken sneaker