small town where I grew up
a rusty penny on the tracks
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vincent tripi
vincent tripi was a founder of The Haiku Poets of Northern California and the founder of The Haiku Circle (www.haikucircle.com), an annual gathering of haiku poets held each June in rural central Massachusetts. The author of 16 books of haiku, tripi began the journal Woodnotes which he co-edited. Having lived in three spiritual communities, much of his poetry reflects a Buddhist foundation. He passed away in August of 2020. His newest book of haiku, my turn now, is due out in early 2023 by Swamp Press.
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Wartime supply requirements apparently mandated the use of iron or steel for 'coppers.' Hence the rust, I guess.
Wow, what a vivid image combined with such a powerful metaphor. I agree with Garry – hometown poetry is such a source of wabi sabi – from the days of Basho. My own reflection:
homecoming
my mother and this old house
shrunken by the years
Wartime supply requirements apparently mandated the use of iron or steel for 'coppers.' Hence the rust, I guess.
I like the touch of wabi sabi in this one.
its name painted out
the ghost town
water tower
Excellent! Simple, and such a picture either way you imagine it. Well done, Vincent.
I like the simplicity of your haiku. Thank you.
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small town where I grew up
a rusty penny on the tracks
—VINCENT TRIPI
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So many favourites including:
With me the same cloud out of the covered bridge
The Haiku Anthology ed. Cor van den Heuvel
A new one from the theme of a small town, and Vincent Tripi's book "small town" tribe press 2003
Wonderful!
Wow, what a vivid image combined with such a powerful metaphor. I agree with Garry – hometown poetry is such a source of wabi sabi – from the days of Basho. My own reflection:
homecoming
my mother and this old house
shrunken by the years
Strider
Beautiful. Both thought and the language it is dressed in.
His poem is double plus good!
river playground
a tugboat echoes the night
Nostalgic. I like how you move from the townscape and zoom into the penny on the tracks.
marion
Such nostalgia. "a rusty penny on the tracks" brings back memories of the small town where the poet grew up.
wonderful poem