vapor trail
Walking my dog tonight, as I do five nights a week, I notice it’s getting darker later and later. Bonita’s age — she turns twelve next month — renders her more and more anxious to indulge herself in her favorite activity earlier and earlier. Tonight it was about a half hour past sunset, but still light enough to see the vapor trails from passing airplanes that are ubiquitous in the Suburbs. I had seen this phenomenon countless times before, but tonight it got me thinking, first of the classic song by Ride, and then a myriad images of things ephemeral...
news of his illness —
a vapor trail
in the sky
his faraway voice —
a vapor trail
in the sky
my rising blood pressure —
a vapor trail
in the sky
wilting daffodils —
a vapor trail
in the sky
her graying muzzle —
a vapor trail
in the sky
Labels: haiku
Walking my dog tonight, as I do five nights a week, I notice it’s getting darker later and later. Bonita’s age — she turns twelve next month — renders her more and more anxious to indulge herself in her favorite activity earlier and earlier. Tonight it was about a half hour past sunset, but still light enough to see the vapor trails from passing airplanes that are ubiquitous in the Suburbs. I had seen this phenomenon countless times before, but tonight it got me thinking, first of the classic song by Ride, and then a myriad images of things ephemeral...
news of his illness —
a vapor trail
in the sky
his faraway voice —
a vapor trail
in the sky
my rising blood pressure —
a vapor trail
in the sky
wilting daffodils —
a vapor trail
in the sky
her graying muzzle —
a vapor trail
in the sky
Labels: haiku
posted by extraspecialbitter at 8:56 PM
3 Comments:
Lots of good images Paul, but the first haiku for me is most poignant.
Written for Levon Helm, who is reportedly in the last stages of throat cancer.
The second is for my son Josiah, who turns 23 tomorrow, but is "far away" in South Korea. The other references are probably more obvious.
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