intersection: haiku

I'd seen plane shadows for years; climbing wall s of buildings, streaking across fields. But this one committed such a flagrant violation I couldn't let it pass. ;)

Great visual!

Pull it over?

thx Cheryl.
He lost me at the water's edge John.

Rock on, My Friend!

I like it!

That is an awesome visual - well done!

I love the image that played out in my mind reading this Bret.

Thanks all. I just took a flight and got to watch our plane's shadow flow all over everything. Cars, pools, school busses. Even an intersection.

its quite modernistic.

one merely had to await the invention of the aircraft and there it was. :)

Thanks Bret - I saw it in my mind's eye; our lives have intersected at this poem!
-Mark

Sorry I didn't signal! :)

May I add:

Winged airplane
Steel shadow on the
Frozen Artic

You get the idea. That sounded cold!

flying over the artic circle with me eyeballs pasted to the plane window, watching the shadow of the plane for hours... one of the best rides of my life!

Great haiku! I watched it happen.

Hopefully you'll think of this whenever you see a plane's shadow cross the street. :)

There's one about 20 miles away. I was on the coast in a resort town. Lots of sight seeing pilots.

Very powerful imagery and humor - I love it. I think I'm still trapped in the moment.

Raquel Bailey

Thx Raquel. I have a hard time writing haiku now. Unless I am totally immersed in it, its hard for me to write. It's like that part of my brain won't get off the couch unless it knows it has top priority. I write maybe one a month now. I'm so preoccupied with rehearsal, performing, and marketing the band these days . Ahh for time to do nothing but marinate in haiku anthologies and obsess over a revision. Still, when I'm paying attention, or forced to-

clinic waiting room:
picture of a place I've been
crooked on the wall

Hi Bret:

I fully understand as I am a full time single mother, full time event manager for a nonprofit, full time business owner/publisher: Lyrical Passion Poetry E-Zine, full time writer and part time musician as well. I think I have about 10 seconds in a day to inhale fresh air.

You are a great writer. What inspires you?

-Raquel

I think growing up in the country with a black and white TV that got 2 channels helped. I was always outside, climbing trees, catching bugs. I could read before I started kindergarten and devoured books. Some concepts were like magic. Harold's Purple Crayon for instance.

If I'd grown up with a lot of distractions and passive activities i don't think my brain would have developed a curiousity and "play with the phrases" habit.

I got to live in Japan for a year and a half. Haiku, real haiku, struck me as magic word machines. Tiny intricate transporters that will not function for any nitwit who stumbles across them.

The Spanish language poets inspire me. Neruda. Neruda has that haiku like ability to see a common subject uncommonly. As if he can communicate with objects and his subconscience at the same time. The ability to interrogate items:

"I know you are a slice of lemon, but what else are you really?" and expect and recieve the answer. I find that essentially haiku.

Lorca, Vallejo. Raymond Carver's quiet resonance inpires me. Ancient chinese poetry. The way their minds wove distance and solitude into a meditative tapestry inspires me.