Haiku 664, 665; Shadorma 178

Haiku 664

the invisible
rushed upward in narrow tubes
roots to stem to leaves

3/31/19

Haiku 665

faithful to the plan
tight circle of daffodils
feet in last year’s leaves

4/4/19

Shadorma 178

Boo! I yelled.
You turned away. Rude
I thought but
of course not
How could you even hear me
with your earphones in?

4/4/19

8 thoughts on “Haiku 664, 665; Shadorma 178

  1. I immediately thought the final poem was about a ghost trying to interact with a living person and, in a way, that is a bit what it is like to try and engage with someone who is absorbed in something else.

    • I love your idea. and Yes, I agree. A living person who is into their own earphones is separated from the world in a different way than someone just daydreaming. Much farther away.

    • I remember learning about this process in plants in science as a child. I was so entranced to think such a thing was going on in every single plant far and wide – this is how they lived! In spring I always revisit the feeling when things begin to awaken after winter.

      • It is something to contemplate: all that goes on inside a plant. Last spring, when it was warmer than it is here now, I had a feeling or awareness of sap rising in a tree. Though the tree buds were still closed I felt or imagined (who knows which) the reawakening inside the ash tree behind our house.

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