20 March 2009

Haiku 79

Always a surprise:
Dawn, sunset, flowering trees,
Resurfacing pain

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Forgetting your face
Surprised me for a moment,
But then I was fine

*******

The form of our times:
Brief, fleeting, fragmentary
Like stolen glances

4 comments:

vicmarcam said...

I love the second one and how it's not clear if you were looking right at the person or trying to conjure him/her up in your mind. Or maybe neither?

Shushu said...

I love the poignancy and surprise of the second one. It made me reach for "Loading Mercury with a Pitchfork," my favorite Brautigan.

Patrick J. Vaz said...

What I like about the second one is how varied the interpretations can be: it might be running into a former love, it might just be a sign of aging (or of an overabundance of life experience).

Shushu, I think I've told you when I realized Brautigan was a real poet: when Miss K tried to quote "fuck me like fried potatoes on the most beautifully hungry morning in my goddam life" and changed it to "fuck me like mashed potatoes. . . "

Shushu said...

I absolutely remember! That was a fun Thanksgiving, poetry-off and all . . .