Haiku 42

pulling at grass
wet with dew - how quickly
my world slipped away

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

May 15, 2020 at 9:31 PM

This is not toes basking in the grass. This is something else. Stirring ink. xomo

Paul Callus

October 27, 2014 at 4:14 PM

Ohhh and now I also noticed your age....from your work and comments I thought you were older:) // paul

Paul Callus

October 27, 2014 at 4:12 PM

Timothy, at first glance I thought this is about life that goes by fast, like fingers sliding along wet grass....then I scrolled to read the comments and found your version. That's haiku for you! // paul

Richard Lamoureux

October 21, 2014 at 1:33 AM

Interesting, I imagined it was a bug living in the grass and someone came along and plucked the grass leaving it homeless. I must admit I prefer your interpretation of you own work.

Timothy Hicks

October 22, 2014 at 11:05 AM

Oh how awesome is that! That you'd think of something completely different and yet it fits in just as well. Just goes to show the magnitude of perspective.

Kim Van Breda

October 20, 2014 at 3:40 AM

Great Haiku, but the Haiku in it's concise perimeters always leaves me reading it over and over again to try and read behind the lines-- what the writer is trying to express... "slipping on grass wet with dew as a world slips away"-- I think... is it that the way we often jump into a new circumstance/relationship only to find it slip away unexpectedly?

Timothy Hicks

October 20, 2014 at 10:49 PM

Haiku can be a bit vague due to the sparse words that go into it. I really enjoy your interpretation of my Haiku, even though it is very different from what I was imagining. In my mind it is about intense grief... a man leaning down by a grave grasping at grass out of frustration at his loss - his world.