In The City

Mute stainless steel sky

Curdled clouds baggaged with snow

Joy to the World plays

 

Dove, not a partridge

Chained to sidewalk-prisoned tree

Havana dreaming

 

False clouds turn to rain

Late November’s burnt umber

Obscures silver bells

Z

Z thoughts:  In primary school we learned that Haiku is 3 lines, 5/7/5, and not much else.  In high school there was this paperdoll girl from Japan.  She had very straight hair and smelled like some flower I never knew.  She taught me Haiku. I taught her Christmas.  This is for her, wherever and whenever she is.  

ありがとうございました

November Rain

 

25 thoughts on “In The City

  1. The poem is beautiful. I’m particularly fond of the closing. But my favorite part of the post is this bit of poetry:

    “In high school there was this paperdoll girl from Japan.  She had very straight hair and smelled like some flower I never knew.”

    I’d love it if you extended this into a poem about her.

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    • Yes there is. My note about the girl from Japan who taught me about the form contrasts what the teachers taught us when we were too young to really understand the complexity of it. While I don’t expect to excel at Haiku, I have the head knowledge and humbly attempt to apply it from time to time.
      I regret not applying an Eastern Kigo word in the second stanza, but if we go with regional Kigo, then the partridge is fitting for my part of the world. Thank you for your kind comments. Z

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    • I agree, Dwight. As I pass them, see them inhaling the grime of the city, I marvel at their tenacity. And I am glad they are there to remind me a bit of the living world.

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