Choka
it is early dawn …
walking under the lamp lights
with only her thoughts
goes the old woman
fighting her insomnia
and her loneliness –
she visits her husband’s grave
or walks alone in the park –
the clock strikes half-four
the metal gate of her house
opens moaning
the ticking of her cane
fills the morning streets –
today mixed with cold rain,
the factory siren
calling morning workers
a lonely centaur
streaking down a street … roaring –
the first whiffs of smoke
fill the air mixed with rain drops
here on my loggia
I watch her passing slowly
every morning before dawn.
(c) G.s.k. ’14
Jen from Blog it or Lose it is Ghost Writer at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai … today she’s introduced the “film noir” genre … what is noir … here’s a few lines of explanation:
· Driving at night … in the rain;
· Dark, shadowy, smoky rooms with venetian blind shadows;
· People in trench coats standing alone in the fog … or on a pier … or in an alley … or a street corner … or in some sort of awkward, lonely, vulnerable position.
I’m afraid that I’m not much of a mystery writer … I’ve really got to be in a particular mood for that lovely genre … but I do observe the night … well let’s say the hours just before dawn … as most who follow my blog already know. So I wrote a choka about the lady who passes under my house almost every morning – throughout the year, no matter what the weather.
Oh, the poor woman — I can hear her cane and sense the loneliness. And how neat to compare the factory siren to a centaur streaking down the street and roaring –!
Awesome, Georgia — so well done.
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Thanks Jen … I’m falling in love with choka … it’s really a splendid form. And it’s got variations too, or so it seems 😉
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Some day I’ll research it a bit more — looks interesting 🙂
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Maybe i’ll try it out for my next BJS&B … just the classic 5-7 combo with the 7-7 ending.
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Sounds like a good plan! 🙂
Simple enough for the holidays — yet challenging enough to keep people interested.
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Exactly …
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Great post, love the photo and it really goes well with your choka. 😀
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Thanks Raewyn … love your new avatar! 🙂
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There is something menacing of that old lady .. or she is just poor and lonely…
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Nothing menacing actually … she wakes up early but unlike me doesn’t have a blog to keep her company at that hour 😉
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This is so lonely I really feel it and it scares me x
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Sorry it scares you and I know what you mean .. loneliness in old age is scary.
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yes, we arrive on our own, we depart on our own x
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A sad reality … but maybe we can have some company before we go 🙂
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yes let’s hope so….and fun company with a bit of ooh la la sometimes…one can live in hope lol x
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🙂 so right!
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What a beautiful scene you paint here, with so many emotional possibilities briefly coming into focus before fading away again. The imagery and the pacing all work wonderfully, I think.
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Thanks … This sort of poetry suits me, I like sketching scenes, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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I can hear this old woman as if it is a custom…a village hears every morning the tap tap tap of the cane…so many stories can come out of htis but I see this as un filme noir,with a very French flavour to it…
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In a way it is for me, I hear her most mornings! 🙂
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