haiku-usa

A blog devoted mainly to haiku and senryu and to thoughts about, and inspired by, haiku and senryu.

Haiku is to poetry as espresso is to coffee.

Friday, January 20, 2006

two a. m.

a quarrel floats

past my window

eric l houck jr said...: 2 am
quarreling
about the neighbor's quarrel; 6:39 AM
Anonymous Poet said...: two a.m.
a squirrel flies
through my window; 10:40 AM
Bill said...: Thanks, Dustin.
Eric: It could happen.
anon: Well, I guess that could happen, too.; 8:13 PM
floots said...: bill: Thanks for looking in.
The poem you left captures that desolate feeling so well. Much appreciated.

Strangely, because of my own thoughts, I suppose, this new post has a similar mood, though obviously it is more about isolation (which can be an insulated bonus at times) than desolation. Those late night/early morning moments are very special - and you have distilled this one perfectly.; 12:17 AM
Bill said...: Thanks, floots. I'm sorry for your loss, and I'm glad we could share the moment, my friend. Yes, our moods often determine what we find in what we read. Your reading of this certainly does no violence to what I had im mind when I wrote it.; 9:16 AM
Bill said...: Thank you, Aurora.; 6:57 AM
Bill said...: Thanks, denis.; 6:18 AM