so real
these plastic flowers-
my butterfly mind
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Kashinath Karmakar
Kashinath Karmakar (kash poet) lives in Durgapur, India. An electrical engineer by profession he came to know about haiku in 2011 through a poetry site called poetrysoup. His works have appeared in various online and print journals like Frogpond, Tinywords,The Heron's Nest, Prune Juice and Creatrix. In 2013 & 2015 he won third prizes in Kusamakura International Haiku contest and in 2013 an HM in the Mainichi International Haiku Contest. His first book of long poetry Within my Dream was published in 2017 from Authorspress Publishers, Delhi. View all posts by Kashinath Karmakar
I love this, it makes me think of William Carlos William's The Red Wheelbarrow. So much depends upon the light in which we perceive …
old trishaw rider
still looking fresh
plastic flowers
Thank you Jane!
Thanks for this beaut, Kash.
so real
these plastic flowers-
my butterfly mind
Oh! the transient mind!!
I saw someone visiting a grave when I read this, Kashinath. Our cemeteries are filled with plastic flowers here in Ireland and I find them very sad. However, the 'butterfly' mind lifts this from pathos. I thought of spirits soaring and the like. An intriguing ku.
marion
Such an Aha! in the third line!! brilliance thy name is Kash!
Lovely as always, Kash.
– Anitha
How simple and beautiful
Thanks all for your inspiring comments!
winter dresser
the long shadows of a tree