I was suddenly aware that my teenage daughter was whistling while working on her art project at the weekend – just like my mother used to when she was busy with something. I don't think I have ever really whistled…but then, perhaps you don't notice yourself doing it! :)
October 25th, 2018 at 10:36 am
Lovely work, Lorin!
Best,
Theresa
October 25th, 2018 at 4:06 pm
remembering
the last leaf
but not the last laugh
October 25th, 2018 at 11:37 pm
Wonderful haiku! I could not help reading it again and again. Splendid, Lorin.
the train
whistles to start
I carry her
memories till I reach
the stretched distance
Pravat Kumar Padhy
Publication Credit: Undertow Tanka Review, 2014 (Ed. Sergio Ortiz)
October 29th, 2018 at 3:49 am
Wonderfully thought-provoking, Lorin.
I was suddenly aware that my teenage daughter was whistling while working on her art project at the weekend – just like my mother used to when she was busy with something. I don't think I have ever really whistled…but then, perhaps you don't notice yourself doing it! :)
marion
March 14th, 2019 at 2:05 am
falling down the calla lily dusk