Brad Bennett has published four collections of haiku with Red Moon Press: a drop of pond, a turn in the river, a box of feathers, and a rush of doves. He is also the author of a few words in the right order: essays on haiku craft, also published by Red Moon Press.
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noon
the bonsai’s shadow
barely there
—BRAD BENNETT
Noon (mid-day light) is a funny thing, perhaps because we define ourselves, other people, nature and buildings, by the shadows they cast.
Light which casts these shadows has a dynamic even with something as small (and imprisoned perhaps) as a bonsai tree, within its iron straps. Are we chained too?
the shadow
the shadow overtakes
is all his in this late hour
.
noon
the bonsai’s shadow
barely there
—BRAD BENNETT
Noon (mid-day light) is a funny thing, perhaps because we define ourselves, other people, nature and buildings, by the shadows they cast.
Light which casts these shadows has a dynamic even with something as small (and imprisoned perhaps) as a bonsai tree, within its iron straps. Are we chained too?
the shadow
the shadow overtakes
is all his in this late hour
Alan Summers
Blithe Spirit Vol. 5 No. 2 (1995)
Nice inner vision, Brad!
__ Human hands have set the Bonsai; the Bonsai then, sets human eyes.
life times turn
as this suns shadow changes
this bonsai smiles
Wow Brad,
The simplicity and spirituality in this haiku took my breath away!
Bravo! Thank you for sharing it.
Strider