SheiIa, I love the way meaning in your monostich folds in on itself leading this reader to experience both the drought and its possible ending. Is it the drought that has been forgotten now that the rain has come, or is it the sound of rain that has been forgotten in the midst of ongoing drought?
April 21st, 2015 at 8:49 am
Good one, Sheila!
April 21st, 2015 at 9:32 am
Thank you, Kala!
April 21st, 2015 at 9:35 am
Wow.
drought year
a patchwork
of lupine
April 21st, 2015 at 10:05 am
Nifty one line haiku, Sheila!
a rare rain
this thirst dog bites each drop
dusty leaves
The above echo, my mere response to your haiku. _m
April 21st, 2015 at 10:23 am
SheiIa, I love the way meaning in your monostich folds in on itself leading this reader to experience both the drought and its possible ending. Is it the drought that has been forgotten now that the rain has come, or is it the sound of rain that has been forgotten in the midst of ongoing drought?
April 21st, 2015 at 10:27 am
Or the sound of running water exacerbating the drought…
April 21st, 2015 at 10:51 am
the grass
surrenders to hay
the lake
no longer supplied
by the stream
concedes
April 21st, 2015 at 8:05 pm
Enjoying all the poems and comments. Thank you!
April 22nd, 2015 at 1:54 am
The sound of water is so revitalising but easily ignored until we are in a mess.
A very thought-provoking haiku.
warm regards,
Alan
April 22nd, 2015 at 3:57 am
love the way you use so few words to convey so much
April 22nd, 2015 at 7:42 am
Nice one-line haiku, Sheila.
April 28th, 2015 at 1:31 am
Clever monostich!
marion
May 4th, 2015 at 6:20 pm
This is definitely up there with my favorite haiku.
September 1st, 2015 at 6:24 pm
that happens