I like what Perry said. And thinking of old people, how they've lived so long, done well, and then the oil slicks that look pretty but are deadly slip in.
The allusion to Basho's 'old pond' was probably intended also to echo a common diminutive for the Atlantic Ocean, 'the pond,' both potential sinks, one metaphorical, one real, for petroleum pollution. The planetary breadth of this setting is matched in breadth by the allusion to the story of the Biblical flood and Jehovah's promise (here treated ironically) contained in the rainbow. The promise of a better world delivered by the petro industry, here echoed in the oil slick rainbow, has been inverted by its destructive influence on the world's environment, often coming in the form of torrential, long lasting rains and flooding.
Or something like that.
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Good poem, Lorin!
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trees topped
with cooing doves float by
in summer rain
Thanks for sharing this haiku. The images here are unforgettable.
Like what Kalaramesh mentioned, the old and the new have been put into a scene which is sad and colourful at the same time.
A great haiku, Lorin. The oil slick combined with pond made me think of 'across the pond' and spillage from a ship on the Atlantic. I love 'oil slick rainbows.'
April 22nd, 2016 at 12:53 pm
Love this poem!
April 22nd, 2016 at 1:03 pm
Very nice. I like the implication that the oil slick rainbows don't belong.
April 22nd, 2016 at 1:23 pm
I like what Perry said. And thinking of old people, how they've lived so long, done well, and then the oil slicks that look pretty but are deadly slip in.
April 22nd, 2016 at 1:55 pm
Amazing tribute to Basho and call for an awakening. Lovely!
April 22nd, 2016 at 2:24 pm
A gentle reminder of what can slip in when we're not paying attention to our life or the lives of others, when we're neglectful. Love it Lorin.
April 22nd, 2016 at 2:44 pm
The allusion to Basho's 'old pond' was probably intended also to echo a common diminutive for the Atlantic Ocean, 'the pond,' both potential sinks, one metaphorical, one real, for petroleum pollution. The planetary breadth of this setting is matched in breadth by the allusion to the story of the Biblical flood and Jehovah's promise (here treated ironically) contained in the rainbow. The promise of a better world delivered by the petro industry, here echoed in the oil slick rainbow, has been inverted by its destructive influence on the world's environment, often coming in the form of torrential, long lasting rains and flooding.
Or something like that.
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Good poem, Lorin!
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trees topped
with cooing doves float by
in summer rain
April 22nd, 2016 at 4:20 pm
That, that we must never poison; Lorin you've said it so well. _m
still pond
as frogs count the stars
a far owl
April 22nd, 2016 at 6:53 pm
Very well done, Lorin — the old and the new brought in most beautifully.
April 23rd, 2016 at 7:24 am
Will the old pond survive? Powerful juxtaposition of art and nature, past and present. Well done, lorin.
April 25th, 2016 at 3:43 am
old pond
oil slick rainbows
slip in
Thanks for sharing this haiku. The images here are unforgettable.
Like what Kalaramesh mentioned, the old and the new have been put into a scene which is sad and colourful at the same time.
April 25th, 2016 at 9:03 pm
love the contrast to Basho's pond
April 26th, 2016 at 9:04 am
A great haiku, Lorin. The oil slick combined with pond made me think of 'across the pond' and spillage from a ship on the Atlantic. I love 'oil slick rainbows.'
marion
May 26th, 2016 at 12:06 pm
Lovely
May 26th, 2016 at 12:06 pm
Lovely!!