arms wide
I lean against the wind
that blows across the atlantic
how long
before you let me go?
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Claire Rosilda Norman
Claire lives in the south east of England. She has a fascination for anything old - saxon (her ancestors) neolithic, ice-age... and a strange, similar love for dark underground places such as caves, tombs and wine cellars. All this and more can appear in her haiku, tanka and haibun. She lives with a very understanding cat, and other family. And some decent wine.
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afternoon waves~~~
the falling sun
shadows the sand
Good use of touch – I could almost feel the pressure of that wind. I like how this is a narrative that is open to interpretation: Does the narrator strive to leave, to return home perhaps, or is she/he fearful of being dropped by the person they address?
arms wide
I lean against the wind
that blows across the atlantic
how long
before you let me go?
—CLAIRE ROSILDA NORMAN
Ah the wind and the rain are not always the only things pushing and pulling us are they? It can be indecisions, or other people in general, or one in particular, from a parent to a lover. Great visual, and intriguing concluding two lines.
afternoon waves~~~
the falling sun
shadows the sand
Good use of touch – I could almost feel the pressure of that wind. I like how this is a narrative that is open to interpretation: Does the narrator strive to leave, to return home perhaps, or is she/he fearful of being dropped by the person they address?
marion
thanks for the thoughts :)
arms wide
I lean against the wind
that blows across the atlantic
how long
before you let me go?
—CLAIRE ROSILDA NORMAN
Ah the wind and the rain are not always the only things pushing and pulling us are they? It can be indecisions, or other people in general, or one in particular, from a parent to a lover. Great visual, and intriguing concluding two lines.
warm regards from the South West (U.K.)
Alan
Call of the Page
thanks Alan :) You got it.