This beautiful poem brings focus on several aspects of waiting. For me, waiting
also conjures up memories, which reminds me of a Tanka i had written a while ago.
these Alpine slopes
an avalanche of
her memories
entrain my descent
into the valley of subconscious
A thought-provoking haiku, Lynn. L3 clearly shows frustration and even desperation. The narrator is fed up with being indoors during the colder months and feels it is so long that even the prospect of spring isn't enough to combat those winter blues. L3 is a "what's the point of anything" type cry. I know this feeling!
March 29th, 2017 at 9:20 am
Excellent.
March 30th, 2017 at 1:38 am
Thank you.
March 29th, 2017 at 12:30 pm
__ Nifty Lynn, we wait for the sounds of spring; as the crow answers that screeching sound of the slow, season's gate.
as this gate
swings on its rusty hinges
the crow
March 30th, 2017 at 1:38 am
Thank you – I love 'slow season's gate'.
March 29th, 2017 at 4:31 pm
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March 30th, 2017 at 12:17 am
I found this so layered, rereading until it moved me from nature to human nature …
the argument still fresh
a blank slate
between thought and act
who
will make the first move
March 30th, 2017 at 1:38 am
Thanks, Jane. And for your lovely tanka response too.
March 30th, 2017 at 9:48 am
the slow time
between freeze and thaw
what am I waiting for?
—LYNNE REES
I often feel that we, as humans, put ourselves on hold, as if we the cold caller and the customer combined. :-)
I've written a lot about waiting including this verse from a tanka story (aka 'tanka prose'):
this waiting room
of ladders
I run to the sky
so every bell rings out
with your musk
Alan Summers
From Strange Bed, an ekphrastic tanka story
’Strange Bed’ by David Cobley

oil on linen 12x12in (30.5 x 30.5cm)
Publication:
Blithe Spirit (Journal of the British Haiku Society)
Vol. 27 no. 1 (February 2017)
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March 30th, 2017 at 10:31 am
Thanks for your response, Alan.
April 1st, 2017 at 9:28 am
This beautiful poem brings focus on several aspects of waiting. For me, waiting
also conjures up memories, which reminds me of a Tanka i had written a while ago.
these Alpine slopes
an avalanche of
her memories
entrain my descent
into the valley of subconscious
April 17th, 2017 at 2:28 am
thank so much, i like post
August 23rd, 2017 at 12:53 am
A thought-provoking haiku, Lynn. L3 clearly shows frustration and even desperation. The narrator is fed up with being indoors during the colder months and feels it is so long that even the prospect of spring isn't enough to combat those winter blues. L3 is a "what's the point of anything" type cry. I know this feeling!
marion
August 23rd, 2017 at 12:54 am
Ooops – apologies for misspelling your name, Lynne!