November fog
in the crowd an old friend
without a name
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Marion Alice Poirier
Marion Alice Poirier lives in Boston, MA and has been writing and reading haiku for more than ten years. She also writes short poetry and is working on a book of the same with haiku interspersed.
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Quite eerie in one way as it’s the month of the dead. Or it could be the the narrator is in the November years of life and their memory isn’t what it once was. A sad one, Marion. I like it a lot.
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November fog
in the crowd an old friend
without a name
MARION ALICE POIRIER
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Ah yes, it could be read both literally and also that the person is in a bit of a foggy state of mind. I think of the millions of faces I have across over the decades, and so many blur, including former friends.
Haunting.
Quite eerie in one way as it’s the month of the dead. Or it could be the the narrator is in the November years of life and their memory isn’t what it once was. A sad one, Marion. I like it a lot.
marion
Nice one!
Beautifully rendered. The twilight years allusion is strongest for me. I love it.
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November fog
in the crowd an old friend
without a name
MARION ALICE POIRIER
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Ah yes, it could be read both literally and also that the person is in a bit of a foggy state of mind. I think of the millions of faces I have across over the decades, and so many blur, including former friends.
Yes, I think a lot of us can connect with this.
warm regards,
Alan
Beautiful and with such depth. I love the duality of this verse, too. Like Alan and Marion, I can certainly connect with the personal forgetting.