Haiku Corner.

[jimbo]

Theirs alaw theres an arm theirs a hand?

[jimbo]

on poetry tread shes nine.

shes magic

[jimbo]

Autumn leaves cascade
Horse chestnuts thunder down
The conker season begins,

trees bowing politley
freely sheding there quilted patches
Of gold and brown and amber.

free bedding for the underworld
of red and grey squirrels,
rabbits.field mice,and beetles,

[Red Poppy]

Interesting images jimbo - but haikus they ain't!!!!!

[jimbo]

but this is my tread and i can do as i please here
Thanks for aknoliging that you read them

[Red Poppy]

Technically, jimbo, it isn't. Andrew McGeever could lay claim to it as the originator.

[jimbo]

im not very technical .but id luv if he came back
or more people posted here.....it gets boring ta
lking to ones selffffffff

jimbo

[Birdonawire]

My loneliness calls
Wolves, crying through frozen trees,
Encourage me home.

[mat james]

Wow! That is something, Birdonawire!

I love the reflective, accepting mood. Matj

[Birdonawire]

Thanks mat.

[lizzytysh]

I liked it a lot, too, Eric . Very visual and aural at the same time. Chilling desolation with warmth in the final line.


~ Lizzy

[Birdonawire]

Chilling desolation with warmth in the final line.


~ Lizzy

Thanks Lizzy, although I didn't mean to convey a sense of warmth at the last line. I can see how it can be read that way though. With that line I wanted to challenge our usual perception, or idea, of 'home.' You are right, home is usually considered as a place of warmth, or even safety. But here the subject answers the call of his/her loneliness. The call emminating from wolves. Creatures that, for me anyway, always have a very real air of loneliness about them, even though they are a very successful pack animal. I suppose it probably comes from the oft used image of a lone wolf, standing on the peak of a hill, howling at the full moon. In answering the call, the subject is encouraged home, which is a frozen, almost desolate landscape. Home is not always a welcoming place. And not always a place one is happy to return to. Thanks for the comment L.

[lizzytysh]

Ah. I see it now. You are the wolf. Interestingly, I would still see it as a return to warmth, of that of the pack.

Interesting your intention vs. my interpretation. You're right of course on the image of the lone wolf and especially if you feel like one, your writing would naturally come with that perspective.


~ Lizzy

[jimbo]

Artist ,Dreamer of Dreams
He Asked an old woman
When he awas five
Did She have wrinkly boobs ,
To match her Face.

when he 11 he was to afraid
To ask athe Priest could
He go to the toilet.
Incase he was called a Devil child,
he shit himself. twice,

Can I go home from school Sir,
Mr chapman I think I have morning sickness,
Not knowing what he meant
When he asked" when It was dew".

On a trip to Weymouth,
He Undressesd behind a
vanty screen he thought,
But he was naked to Town
.Promanade naked,To the World

For my brother Sean Michael Cunningham,
And still flying around.with his angels,
Driving Buses Mad Now.in northamptom,
Home of the Cobblers.which my Grand Father Was,
A Jack of all trades Master of none.

JIMMY


Luv u bruv xxxxxx

[Red Poppy]

That's a strong piece jimbo. Good stuff.