Brad Bennett has published three collections of haiku with Red Moon Press, a drop of pond (2016),a turn in the river (2019), and a box of feathers (2022). a drop of pond won a Touchstone Distinguished Book Award from the Haiku Foundation.
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This is a sad haiku to me, given that my son is a drum teacher and drummer in a rock band!
bass, tom, snare . . .
none of them keeping time
with the rain
I really love this Brad. What a virtuoso poem. You have captured the characteristic sounds of each element of a drum set in each successive line: cymbals for "trash day", the pedal-bass for "a drum set", and a roll on the snare "in the pouring rain". But the mood of the poem fills me with a melancholy sabi feeling. It is like the drum itself is trying to speak its sorrow at being discarded, striking up the beat, calling out the the musical heart of passers by. But now I am waiting for the song to start up, to fill in the backstory.
Oh, I think I've been a little obtuse here. I thought the drum set was represented by the different trash cans sitting out in the rain. Each can has a different sound according to how full it Is and with what it is filled — the rain making music on unmusical objects. A suggestion of finding music in the throwaways of life. I didn't think it was an actual drum set in the rain.
This is a sad haiku to me, given that my son is a drum teacher and drummer in a rock band!
bass, tom, snare . . .
none of them keeping time
with the rain
still making music
after it's been thrown out
drum set in the rain
Alexa's son might enjoy this one-line haiku as he's a drummer:
the drum of the rain on my bare hands ghosting
Alan Summers
Oh I like this. Congratulations on these syllables of rain.
heat wave
my neighbour's drumming
goes up a few decibels
Jan Dobb
(Shamrock, No. 24. February 2013)
I really love this Brad. What a virtuoso poem. You have captured the characteristic sounds of each element of a drum set in each successive line: cymbals for "trash day", the pedal-bass for "a drum set", and a roll on the snare "in the pouring rain". But the mood of the poem fills me with a melancholy sabi feeling. It is like the drum itself is trying to speak its sorrow at being discarded, striking up the beat, calling out the the musical heart of passers by. But now I am waiting for the song to start up, to fill in the backstory.
Truly terrific poetry!
Strider
Very good Brad.
fav summer tinywords so far. Thank you for the rain of mysterious synesthesia.
summer mind chimes of wind
Oh, I think I've been a little obtuse here. I thought the drum set was represented by the different trash cans sitting out in the rain. Each can has a different sound according to how full it Is and with what it is filled — the rain making music on unmusical objects. A suggestion of finding music in the throwaways of life. I didn't think it was an actual drum set in the rain.
A great use of sound in this one!
marion