Tuesday, May 10

Four Haiku Movements of a Near Summer Day

           I
the sunlight nestles
on 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


Shoreham Lavender — © Derek Hansen
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21 comments:

  1. love the first and then the third just blew me away...the little song and dance...yep you got me.

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  2. Ahhhh - what can be found in one 'near summer day' - is beyond enough.

    You selected a glorious image to accompany your haiku Lorenzo - making it a delight to have dropped by this afternoon.

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  3. Gorgeous, all, but number IV is my favorite. The lavender image is breathtaking.

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  4. Are 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.

    When 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 . . .

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  5. I like them all. The photograph is a wow. Is this the work of a friend?

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  6. all excellent, but loved the 4th one
    to be able to leave
    journey disappear so wonderfully in three little lines is beautiful

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  7. Oh, these are lovely, Lorenzo! The colors, sounds, images are striking and sensual.

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  8. lorenzo - each haiku is a song - each quarter of the day should be thanked with these words. steven

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  9. I really liked I and IV.

    near summer. today we used the air conditioner for the first time.

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  10. evocative



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  11. Love this writing, Lorenzo, especially part III:

    the green choirs of rye
    dance glissandos in the wind
    humming their sun strobed songs

    Beautiful nature-felt imaginings...

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  12. Everything you put together is really a piece of art. And you are a poet too!

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  13. Beautiful. And the accompanying image is gorgeous.

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  14. After 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.

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  15. You had me at "golden trembling eggs" and never let go. Oh, those glissandos!
    Oh, that beautiful photo of lavender--I can smell it!
    Thank you.

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  16. Hi 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!

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  17. i 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....

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  18. I favor no. IV. (As well as your response to Emerson.)

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