Achingly shy, Ada imagined she would never find anyone she could tell all her secrets to. She knew how the moon tastes in summer, how bees know which flower to visit next, how to tell whether a distant thunderstorm was caused by a butterfly. Sometimes her secrets were hauntingly sad. She knew for instance why geishas always appear in her neighbour, Mrs Edmond’s nightmares.
Lost in his own thoughts, Vladimir fell backwards onto a young woman walking her dog. He had been wondering why the sun smelt sweeter when gazed upon upside down.
she studies
the lint on his lapel
not yet spring
I didn't know what lint is. Now I do and have both: smiling and being worried. There is a German word called "Frühjahrsputz" (spring-cleaning?) - and I wonder whether she is happy, curious or jealous. Seems as if she can't wait searching in his pockets. Nice one!
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Ralf
another delightful one, dalloway. it opens up a few possibilities, and 'not yet spring' is a great kigo, full of connotations
ReplyDeleteNice one, Dalloway
ReplyDeletewishes,
devika
Very nice Dalloway...
ReplyDeleteI had a few spare minutes on my hand so Ive turned this haiku into a haibun
ReplyDeleteI so loved the haibun, Dalloway
ReplyDeletei loved the surrealism, here
this is a form I would love to read more and more, but so sparsely done by poets/writers,
wishes,
devika
thanks Devika, Im encouraged by your enthusiastic words
ReplyDeleteWonderful! Love the possibilities in that last line.
ReplyDeleteI love this!! I really need to go back to writing haibun- it's been too long.
ReplyDeleteWish I could hear your voice on this. :)
speaking of upside down-how are those cartwheels coming, dear?
ReplyDeleteI haven't been able to post here - accidentally blocked cookies from blogger. Just wanted to tell you what an interesting experiment this was. I love how you're willing to try anything. It's inspiring. The haiku is especially suggestive.
ReplyDeleteAh Mr Lockhart, you can hear me reading stuff in Second Life. Theres a lovely spot in there for folk interested in haiku.
ReplyDeleteThe cartwheels are coming along fine, Bandit, thanks for asking.
Patrick, you need cookies to post here? 'Interesting experiment' huh? Aspiring haiku poets are masters at reading between the lines you know ;)