rest stop
after 90 miles of desert
the way green feels
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Billie Wilson
Billie Wilson discovered haiku in the late 1960s, and writing haiku-shaped poetry became a very enjoyable, but solitary, activity for the next 20 years. Thereafter, through discovery of the worldwide haiku community -- and learning that haiku had evolved considerably since her introduction to it ? haiku has become a central part of Billie's life.
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I imagined the feel of grass between my toes when I read this! Lovely, Billie. :)
I asked myself – why it's always like that, why we always really appreciate something after we lost it, for a while, or even for ever? Why we can deeply appreciate "the way green feels" – whatever it means in our lives, only after we spend some time in the desert – whatever it means in our lives, as well. And the only explanation I find (for now?) is that – if everything would be continually so intense like "green" in this haiku, in our life, maybe it would be too hard, even impossible, to stand it? Maybe.
I imagined the feel of grass between my toes when I read this! Lovely, Billie. :)
marion
Reading your haiku Billie, I get a synesthetic feeling of refreshment. Delightful.
I like!
I asked myself – why it's always like that, why we always really appreciate something after we lost it, for a while, or even for ever? Why we can deeply appreciate "the way green feels" – whatever it means in our lives, only after we spend some time in the desert – whatever it means in our lives, as well. And the only explanation I find (for now?) is that – if everything would be continually so intense like "green" in this haiku, in our life, maybe it would be too hard, even impossible, to stand it? Maybe.
the (re)appearance of green must be one of the most welcome sights there is. enjoyed :-)
It warms my heart to read your responses, folks. Many thanks and deep gratitude. –Billie