Morning Haiku and Waka – February 28, 2015

the village
nestles in its yesterdays
summer and winter

tight arteries
quiet sleeping village
heart beats slowly

the silence
summer siesta time
cicada’s concerts

the smell of spring
rain on freshly plowed fields
newly fertilized

old men gossiping
watching the youth passing by
envious comments

now only old people
the village loses its youth
growing cities

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – House au Auvers by Van Gogh.

23 thoughts on “Morning Haiku and Waka – February 28, 2015

    • Yes … guess it does … I’ve made a temporary edit … growing cities (as the last line) … but I’ll have to come back here and find something better … thanks for your ever precious feedback Barb.

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  1. I was mesmerized as much by the story in haiku form as by the painting itself. It is a Van Gogh I’ve never seen. Like barbtaub above, I found the use of the word “dude” jarring.

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  2. Beautiful small town snapshots — with such a sadness too. How many sleepy villages are fading away in this same manner …. sigh ….

    Great work —!

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    • There isn’t much choice … the villages have nothing to offer the young by way of work … and the cities, though stimulating have not place for serenity in the true sense of the word.

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  3. I loved your words. They took me right into the old village and I felt the seasons change around me as I read, smelled the plowed soil, heard the cicada song. Being able to pull the reader into the scene with words is excellent writing. Perfect for Van Gogh’s painting.

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