rinses over his face…
father at the sink
—Mary Jo Balistreri
Issue 19.2 | 27 January 2020
as the falling sun
shadows the sand
What a beautiful image, light as water falling as if from a tap, rinsing the father’s face. An image so strong I can hear the light falling as if water splashing in the sink.
Thanks so much Art.
Provocative imagery Jo!
Thank you Michael and Wilda.
The image of light rinsing over the father's face is exquisite!
An emotive poem, Jo; conjures fond memories of dinner with this son’s newly widowed father.
Jo, yours is a haiku of love and intuition, reminding me of visiting my dad many years ago
our aged father
gaunt from cancer
calls us his girls
Jo, I love the way you’ve used rinses with father being at toe sink. Such little things make it.
Thank you to everyone who wrote. It's wonderful to hear from you.
—MARY JO BALISTRERI
This is very much like a painting with incredible tones, shade and light. I feel it's materialised in front of me as if I'm at an art gallery.
I love the phrase 'falling light' which reminds me of falling snow, and how in that falling the world is adjusted second by second if we could but see it in its microscopic majesty.
A great choice of verb, and a still life artwork comes to life, thank you for this remarkable haiku.
Thank you Alan for your generous response.
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