the slow time
between freeze and thaw
what am I waiting for?
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Lynne Rees
Lynne Rees is a Welsh writer and editor. Her most recent publications, Real Port Talbot (2013 & 2021) and Remembering Morfa: Coal, Catastrophe & Courage (2020) explore stories from her hometown in South Wales through a collage of genres, including historical research, contemporary journalism, memoir, photography and poetry.
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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!
Excellent.
Thank you.
__ 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
Thank you – I love 'slow season's gate'.
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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
Thanks, Jane. And for your lovely tanka response too.
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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Thanks for your response, Alan.
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
thank so much, i like post
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
Ooops – apologies for misspelling your name, Lynne!