I'm with you Nous! Something's amiss here! It occurred to me the other day when he confessed to crocodiles (and other unmentionable dream images) that Keld might be a pseudonym for Bill Clinton! Tell me if I owe you an apology, Keld. On the serious side: your Haiku is awsome and I'm having difficulty believing that you are new to this Form. Very impressive. MORE!!!
Re: Keld Feldspar: Man of Mystery
Nay nay, I say. I'm not the "Great Prevaricator" Slick Willy. Hopefully my last even close to political statement on this board.
Word up! These are my first. I will admit I like them (proud?).
Not too proud, pride cometh before the fall. I do have a couple more in my head already, a bit more juvenile than the others in my opinion but 2-3-2 is certainly harder.
manniac dharma explorer
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(8/28/01 10:19 pm) Reply
Strangely enough, a few weeks ago while sitting at my computer, I felt something brush my cheek. Assuming it was a moth, I brushed it away with my hand...and a few thoughts went splitseconding through my mind:
A. That moved far too consciously to be a moth.
B. That was far too BIG to be a moth.
Sure enough, winging sleek circles around the overhead light was...a bat. He eventually landed in a corner and shrieked at me when I stuffed a box over him to take him outside. I released him into the night air. He hovered silently, seemingly suspended before my eyes and then dissolved into the blackness. You've caught that silence perfectly.
(In a twist of fate, three days after that one, I found one in my bedroom at 2 in the morning...but that was more like an old cops and robbers chase with the bat dodging me and me dodging the bat throughout every room in the apartment. )
I love the beryl one as well.
Please keep writing.
I keep cringing at the thought that you'll write a haiku that falls flat or doesn't quite do the trick...but you never do. All of them are magic. It's almost frightening.
I was wondering what would come of the one of your grandchild. Children are difficult to render without sentimentality ruining the soup. Yet here you are, getting at his essence with the same keen eye you used on the bat, the moth, the bombing, the moment of rain, the morning birds skimming the water...clear, pure observation of what is uniquely sacred about a space occupied by a moment or a life.
I'm honored by the second one, Keld. For someone who's never shared a cup of coffee with me, you somehow know what it feels like to have the persona which is Nous.
Your haiku comes as a beautiful gift on a day of exhaustion...after two of what will be many many more weeks of working late and through the weekends...no social life, no laughter, no play...just work. These three lines penetrated the grey drab of my thought processes and brought a gentle smile to my face. I'm truly honored...and your timing couldn't be better. Thank you.
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