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Saturday, March 21, 2009

From old trinkets, to an old friend.

warm rain
we listen to your song
old friend

8 comments:

Frank Williams said...

There's a nice warm feeling about this haiku. It reminds me of a group of old friends reminiscing...

Devika said...

I love this, Magyar :)

wishes,
devika

polona said...

i agree, this one feels warm and friendly. i like that the 'old friend' can relate to a person or rain itself

Bill said...

I like polona's observation, and "your song" can man so many things.

Janice Thomson said...

This is truly delightful - the wording and subtle layers perfect.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I like any poetry with music. :)

Tikkis said...

Just remembering our old neighbor, he moved away one year ago. When he had his pension-money-day he spent a whole night and sung.

But he was not so good singer.-(

Anyway: here L1 is very positive beginning, and L2 brought to me a memory! but L3 is again a warm finishing!

We had a white snowfall here. No-one singing. Let's try a text:

White snow
on the old, white snow --
no-one singing

Devika said...

Tikkis,

Shall I sing - I am always ready for a song! :))

just kidding, I liked this one...the melancholy here....i love that mood :)

Magyar, hope you don't mind the encroachment that I would make occasionally :)

wishes,
devika