Those personal poems are always
difficult to let go. Some folks never
understood how i could withdraw
a poem? Sometimes you're just not
ready to share your emotions with
the world!
It will be the third anniversary of my father's death in a couple of weeks. My husband and I gave him a gold pocket watch for Christmas, many years ago. I'd forgotten all about it until I read your poem.
sunshine on the lough
Dad's pocket watch
still shining
August 12th, 2013 at 8:32 am
a beautiful yet moving haiku Roberta
gene
August 12th, 2013 at 8:39 am
thank you Gene harder to let go than I thought it would be.
August 12th, 2013 at 9:08 am
Using that extra word 'tethered' lifts this from being a good haiku to a great example of what haiku is.
Alan
August 12th, 2013 at 11:49 am
heirloom pocket watch–
how father taught me to read
Roman numerals
August 12th, 2013 at 12:41 pm
An amazing haiku, Roberta, its meanings keep on going, taking me along! Especially touching.
August 12th, 2013 at 1:51 pm
Those personal poems are always
difficult to let go. Some folks never
understood how i could withdraw
a poem? Sometimes you're just not
ready to share your emotions with
the world!
August 12th, 2013 at 1:56 pm
Poignant and touching. Thank you, a great haiku.
August 12th, 2013 at 4:59 pm
Resonant . . . so much depends on "tethered".
August 13th, 2013 at 4:13 am
Wonderful.
It will be the third anniversary of my father's death in a couple of weeks. My husband and I gave him a gold pocket watch for Christmas, many years ago. I'd forgotten all about it until I read your poem.
sunshine on the lough
Dad's pocket watch
still shining
August 13th, 2013 at 8:35 am
A ghost in the cold light of day. The time a loved one's pocket watch kept, and the time it keeps now. A very moving poem.