Anybody still use... an old hand-crank pencil sharpener?


my pencil
with its broken lead
lost thought

__My "contrary" view of those things now deemed... indispensable. I certainly use my cell phone!


homeless soul
dozing on the city's bench
his ring tone

Saturday.
__Today, February the 13th, this Magyar-Haiku blog has become one year of age; some old friends, and so many new have added in my mind, to its surprising acceptance here!
__Now then, a self-important question has arisen within me and thus, a few days to silently ponder... and a glass of wine.
__This toast to you all, in thanks! _m

this infant
peers through his year old eyes
a smile

An echo, as generated by Nora's fine post of Wednesday, Oct. 14.

half life
in last night's dream
a river

__For tomorrow, in some ISTD terms... Happy Anniversary Kathy! Such years that seem so quickly to have passed... but NEVER lost. Love Ya! _m

our waltz
through these years
quickstep

__One very still night, a week or so past, I stood and watched the silent pond, the night sky reflected upward and not the slightest breeze scurried the surface.
__I wondered about the campfire light, streaking the pond from the far side... and the campers that were tending their fire. Then came my crudity, and the comment... returned:

i belched...
from across the pond
a dog's bark

No... not my last brick, but now... a nail. (punctuation?)

a rusty nail
there hang the old blue-jeans
this barn

__I have, these many years, thought of words, as bricks. The structures built... can have weakness and strength, simplicity and complexity, ugliness, beauty, thought and imagination, and the wonder of these structures depends on the artful pattern in which the bricks had been lain.
__Today, at Bill Owen's blog, I left this response to his single line haiku, of September 14th., the link... WF Owen, below.


the last brick... I close the book

Tele a to; and for your visits, I sincerly thank you all. _m

older...
we can laugh without
red tape

A Student says, I have much to learn;
a Master says, I have learned... how little I know.

today
I search the earth and clouds
yesterday

Remember when the jelly jars were saved... expendables, for sipping milk and juice, and perhaps some "Moxie" ?

this sip
wine's call to childhood
a jelly jar

Kathy, just... didnt see me.

I wave to you
across this empty common
a pigeon replies

...and the rain persists


my schooner
sails an empty wind
the reef

Home from the pond this AM. There, there are -weak- wireless linkages.

at the door
eight abandoned shoes
steeplechase

Shouting chapmen... most pigeons scatter.

street sellers
tout their worldly wears
pigeons

We are away for a few days, and the wireless link there can be a matter of chance.
This, for my Grandaughter.

eyes open
her rag doll tries to sleep
counting stitches

sunset
the wine of closing days
a last sip