Dear Bryan,
I love this haiku. The image is vivid as I read it many times.
I was supposed to attend the Haiku Cradle Fest in Mineral Point with all of you, but it is not feasible now. I am very disappointed. I will be thinking of you all there.
I've been about warm bulb events, so I'm viewing everything lately through that lens. This haiku seems both idyllic and ominous. I really like it, and it's a gut punch, at the same time.
Look long enough, all those crisscrosses, like summer clouds, evaporate. You're left wondering where all those people are going, and why, knowing real clouds may, eventually, form useful rain somewhere needy. I sense an ecological warning here, Bryan, and agree with Virginia sensing something ominous.
July 20th, 2022 at 9:47 am
Dear Bryan,
I love this haiku. The image is vivid as I read it many times.
I was supposed to attend the Haiku Cradle Fest in Mineral Point with all of you, but it is not feasible now. I am very disappointed. I will be thinking of you all there.
My best, Emily Rademacher
July 20th, 2022 at 3:34 pm
Wow Bryon, such an poignant feeling this haiku imparts. It’s lovely.
July 21st, 2022 at 6:53 am
I feel this summer blues!
What a wonderful haiku, Hearty Congratulations Bryan!
July 21st, 2022 at 7:39 am
Not hidden, the -trail- is: [ trail- trial? ] _m
forest contrail
along this deer's walkway
day's breath hides
July 28th, 2022 at 5:20 am
Evaporating contrail?
July 21st, 2022 at 9:54 am
I've been about warm bulb events, so I'm viewing everything lately through that lens. This haiku seems both idyllic and ominous. I really like it, and it's a gut punch, at the same time.
July 21st, 2022 at 11:06 am
Look long enough, all those crisscrosses, like summer clouds, evaporate. You're left wondering where all those people are going, and why, knowing real clouds may, eventually, form useful rain somewhere needy. I sense an ecological warning here, Bryan, and agree with Virginia sensing something ominous.
July 24th, 2022 at 11:44 am
no sign of rain
afternoon contrails
head to Europe