Frank Hooven lives in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, and the surrounding streets, roads, river towns, farms and skies are a constant source of peace and inspiration. He has been writing haiku for several years now, and considers himself lucky to have found this form.
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Very nice, Frank. I have an old pocket watch of my Dad's and this made me think of doing more with it than having it in my desk drawer.
i immediately thought of my late husband's watch in my sock drawer which used to be his sock drawer. How alike we are without knowing how alike we are. Thanks for the good memory.
yfm
Very nice. The juxtaposition of a winter moon, suggesting beauty and death and emotional distance, juxtaposed to the watch, conjures up melancholy and loss. Beautiful.
This really resonated with me, Frank. My mother recently gifted my son the pocket watch that my husband and I presented to my late father. It's in a little box in his bedroom (he's away at university now) and whenever I open the box it's as if my father and son are connected. A lovely poem.
__I've given to my off-spring, a few gems of our family passages:
to my Daughter: some colorful crochetted "ker-chiffs" made long ago by her "Great Gramma"
to my Son, an impressive (2 inch) brass bullet shell (fake) with a cover where the 'led' was to be.
Very nice, Frank. I have an old pocket watch of my Dad's and this made me think of doing more with it than having it in my desk drawer.
i immediately thought of my late husband's watch in my sock drawer which used to be his sock drawer. How alike we are without knowing how alike we are. Thanks for the good memory.
yfm
Fine work, Frank. I enjoyed this one very much!
Best,
Theresa
Very nice. The juxtaposition of a winter moon, suggesting beauty and death and emotional distance, juxtaposed to the watch, conjures up melancholy and loss. Beautiful.
This really resonated with me, Frank. My mother recently gifted my son the pocket watch that my husband and I presented to my late father. It's in a little box in his bedroom (he's away at university now) and whenever I open the box it's as if my father and son are connected. A lovely poem.
marion
__I've given to my off-spring, a few gems of our family passages:
to my Daughter: some colorful crochetted "ker-chiffs" made long ago by her "Great Gramma"
to my Son, an impressive (2 inch) brass bullet shell (fake) with a cover where the 'led' was to be.
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