I
the sunlight nestleson the maple’s brow and lays
golden trembling eggs
II
the melon’s crisp red
crunches the noonday silence
until the breeze blows
III
the green choirs of rye
dance glissandos in the wind
humming their sun strobed songs
IV
fog erases my home
smears its glow onto the night
muffling my footsteps
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| Shoreham Lavender — © Derek Hansen Click photo to enlarge, click on photographer's name to visit him at 1x.com |
love the first and then the third just blew me away...the little song and dance...yep you got me.
ReplyDeleteAhhhh - what can be found in one 'near summer day' - is beyond enough.
ReplyDeleteYou selected a glorious image to accompany your haiku Lorenzo - making it a delight to have dropped by this afternoon.
Gorgeous, all, but number IV is my favorite. The lavender image is breathtaking.
ReplyDeleteAre the movements sights, or sounds? I don’t have to choose when I come to your Pillow, because you offer sensual symphonic encounters that convince me I can even smell lavender, even though you did not mention it at all. That’s alchemy.
ReplyDeleteWhen I try to choose a favorite, I am drawn to the next, and the next and back to the start. But I do love those rye glissandos . . . and the golden trembling eggs . . . and the fog muffled footsteps . . .
I like them all. The photograph is a wow. Is this the work of a friend?
ReplyDeleteall excellent, but loved the 4th one
ReplyDeleteto be able to leave
journey disappear so wonderfully in three little lines is beautiful
Oh, these are lovely, Lorenzo! The colors, sounds, images are striking and sensual.
ReplyDeleteGlissando!
ReplyDeletelorenzo - each haiku is a song - each quarter of the day should be thanked with these words. steven
ReplyDeleteI really liked I and IV.
ReplyDeletenear summer. today we used the air conditioner for the first time.
evocative
ReplyDeleteAloha from Waikiki
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yay!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteLove this writing, Lorenzo, especially part III:
ReplyDeletethe green choirs of rye
dance glissandos in the wind
humming their sun strobed songs
Beautiful nature-felt imaginings...
Everything you put together is really a piece of art. And you are a poet too!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. And the accompanying image is gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteAfter a few failed attempts, some of which were caused by Blogger, I am returning to let you know how much I enjoyed these haikus. Each is magical, penetrating, and lovely in its own right. Together, however, the movements provide a breathtaking little symphony. This posting is so exquisite and so well-composed that I am reminded once again of the tiny painting of St. George and the Dragon by van der Weyden. The world, it seems, is strikingly more beautiful in it smaller forms. Have a lovely weekend.
ReplyDeleteYou had me at "golden trembling eggs" and never let go. Oh, those glissandos!
ReplyDeleteOh, that beautiful photo of lavender--I can smell it!
Thank you.
Beautiful,just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHi Lorenzo! It's been too long since I've had time to stop by your beautiful blog. Today your second Haiku was actually my favourite. My daughter has recently discovered sandía, and your verse perfectly captures the sense experience of a nice slice of watermelon on a hot day. Thank you for the lovely poetry!
ReplyDeletei am drooling over this image but moreso i am in awe of these words." the melon’s crisp red crunches the noonday silence" spells out summer with every elegant syllable....
ReplyDeleteI favor no. IV. (As well as your response to Emerson.)
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