On the first sight, there is countryside. Then there is a romantic night - and suddenly you make me think I am in the middle of the city. And who knows what sort of silo this one is. Something in the case of emergency? Or something to attack or to repay attacks. Good one.Best wishesRalf
_So often, the cities creep toward, then overcome the farmlands; the abandoned silos may then face the moon and ask... why? _A fine one Dalloway!_m
Moon is a silent witness to it all, 'Abandoned' -- i think of it as a state of our mind...silos could be maintained and put to use anytime, fine haiku,Dalloway :)wishes, devika
very nice capture
again, a unique and intriguing juxtaposition.and it works very well
'the city breathes', i like your summation in Line 3much lovegillena
It is called progress when a city becomes larger but the beauty of the land soon disappears in cement and steel structures...how sad.I really like the thoughts and feelings this evokes Emma.
Ralf, Magyar, Devika - I enjoy reading the way you suck every idea out of three lines, its a pleasure to read.And thank you all for your comments.
Thankyou for the silo word. Just what I was looking for a couple of days ago.
always happy to help, Harps
I might try this without "turn to," although that would affect the syllable count and rhythm. Sometimes it's fun to flip 'em and see what happensthe city breathes . . .an abandoned silofaces the moon
a thoughtful rewrite - I'll think about that one. Cheers Bill
Thanks for taking the time to write something.