Comments on: A hollow hemlock

By: Mark

Mark — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 12:07:25 +0000

Having lived near railroad tracks at various points in my life, I can certainly understand that feeling.

What that particular haiku said to me was the man didn’t need the physical trappings to relish his memories. Proximity was more than enough.

By: Dave

Dave — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 04:59:46 +0000

Thanks.

By: Dave

Dave — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 04:59:27 +0000

Yes, i imagine we’d have a much more respectful attitude toward nature if the climate weren’t so temperate.

By: Dave

Dave — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 04:57:56 +0000

I dreamt of visiting a city in Africa where art galleries were disguised as bars.

By: Dave

Dave — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 04:55:30 +0000

Oh yeah? I was thinking of this old guy who sometimes sits with his wife down at our railroad crossing. Grew up in a shack a few feet from the tracks and says he finds the thunder of passing trains to be the most restful thing in the world.

By: Dave

Dave — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 04:53:47 +0000

Me too! Someday…

By: dale

dale — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 22:43:39 +0000

Sigh. I wish I could write haiku.

By: Mark

Mark — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 18:41:11 +0000

My favorite is the last one…

By: Bill

Bill — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 17:04:59 +0000

Wild dreams last night. A scuffle below me, in tree-tops along a wall of a cliff. A huge, fat raccoon tumbles from the leaves. It drops toward a distant plain, where houses are tiny. It goes spread-eagle and I plainly see that it has skin flaps like a flying squirrel. I begin to think it will survive the fall. As it grows smaller I notice there’s a thread trailing from it which arcs up to where I sit near the cliff’s edge. Something comes alive in my hand. It’s a spool of line hissing, tugging.

By: Ted Simkins

Ted Simkins — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 15:31:11 +0000

I especially like the third for its calm local view at something extraordinary. Northeasterners often forget how sheltered and safe we are. Wish the same could be said for the man-made phenomena.