rising from prayer
i find myself
in tourist photographs
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karasu / Ross Clark
karasu / Ross Clark is the author of 2 chapbooks of haiku and 7 volumes of poetry, and a founding editor publisher of Australia's only haiku journal, Paper Wasp. He is currently creatively unemployed, writing poems, haiku and folksongs during a Brisbane summer.
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Very interesting… When you think about it, rising from prayer… each time we enter a new place… sometimes just as strange to us as tourist photos… each day is a new world…
This haiku reminds me of doing meditation on the rocks at Biddeford Pool on the Maine coast. I would sit in mediation following the rythm of the ocean and tourists would come scrambling over the rocks. All around me but never disturbing me. I think I need to go there again. Beautiful poem you've written. Peace.
Very interesting… When you think about it, rising from prayer… each time we enter a new place… sometimes just as strange to us as tourist photos… each day is a new world…
This haiku reminds me of doing meditation on the rocks at Biddeford Pool on the Maine coast. I would sit in mediation following the rythm of the ocean and tourists would come scrambling over the rocks. All around me but never disturbing me. I think I need to go there again. Beautiful poem you've written. Peace.
Great haiku.
It draws from me an image of the past and future, of the spiritually intense combined into the technologically banal. Good haiku. Thanks for sharing.
It seems after Asking, Reflection, Mediation, you found yourself where you wanted to be.
I thought this was excellent.
wonderful haiku—an imediate image…and then…layers of meaning …rippling outward…
dad’s old photo
a boy looks past me