birthday eve--
opening
a new haiku book
rolling up my mat--
today I turn
forty-seven
through the mirror,
your lovely eyes
your nametag
the sparrow
on a wire looks down--
ripening rice
under the pines
this mid-September
a poinsettia
Benguet slopes--
fog swallowing
the cabbages
fallen trees--
my father's house
miles away
posted by roh mih at 2:54 PM
4 Comments:
ha! ... i just realised we are the same age roh mih (well, i'm 6 months older than you, but what is 6 months when one is 47?) ... happy birthday tomorrow! i just discovered your blog. love your haiku. you have an economy with words that i aspire to, but will never, ever achieve. so thank you for sharing your gift with words. and then, there is the tao ... but of course ... the tao that can be spoken of is not the true tao. i will be back. :-)
ha! ... i just realised we are the same age roh mih (well, i'm 6 months older than you, but what is 6 months when one is 47?) ... happy birthday tomorrow! i just discovered your blog. love your haiku. you have an economy with words that i aspire to, but will never, ever achieve. so thank you for sharing your gift with words. and then, there is the tao ... but of course ... the tao that can be spoken of is not the true tao. i will be back. :-)
Interesting, will visit very soon with a better heap of time!
You know, time exists in heaps?
sorry for the repeated comment above -- i hadn't realised you were moderating comments. so when my comment didn't appear straight away i sent it again. please feel free to delete one of them (and this one too if you like).
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