Marjorie Buettner has been writing poetry all of her life. She concentrates on the haiku, tanka and haibun forms. Widely published, she has received many awards for her poetry and has taught at the Loft in Minneapolis. Marjorie lives with her family in Chisago City, Minnesota.
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The consonance of the s-letter makes me hear a swish of someone's clothing as they throw a coin, and are now perhaps circling the fountain, or sat down on its lip, and their outfit is rustling as they lean ever forward to track its downward trajectory into a summer drowsy torpor below the surface.
Lovely…
Love this!
Inevitable and yet we wish summer could linger… your haiku captures it all, very nice!
the slow sinking
of the wishing coin
summer’s end
—Marjorie Buettner
The consonance of the s-letter makes me hear a swish of someone's clothing as they throw a coin, and are now perhaps circling the fountain, or sat down on its lip, and their outfit is rustling as they lean ever forward to track its downward trajectory into a summer drowsy torpor below the surface.
Alan