Haiku, stories and unfinished business…
November 7, 2015 § 10 Comments
the london train…
i twist the ring on my finger
as he turns away
Tagged: attachment, creative writing, haiku, loss, love, poetry, separation
Does that means he’s gone then? I am minding the other shop today. Hope he enjoys it and that the pair of you habe a joyful reunion. 😄
I think this is the first time I have commented – if I had any poetic talent, I still could not have expressed my feelings so well. Thank you, Geoffrey, fir looking after the other place
Haiku are best composed in an altered state of consciousness 🙂 For instance, like this morning when I was half asleep all the way to the station. There was no improvement when trying to park for shopping (a nice old man from up north waved me into my spot), or during shopping itself; and the drive home was done in a somnambulistic state. The only thing good about the morning was the relatively effortless penning of today’s haiku before I fell asleep on the sofa…
Yes it does Geoffrey, and he’s most grateful for your pieces. He has to catch a train south to London, then catch an extremely whizzy one north. Sadly won’t see Pennines on that route. Won’t be gone long, meanwhile right arm (or is it left) missing… 🙂
Have fun minding the shop.
He’ll miss going through God’s own country, which is a shame – mind, it’s a but damp today, so visibility will be poor. I took that line to work for 30 years and feel I know every inch of it – and the trains too – and yes, I know what it feels like when your other half is away – being a Yorkshireman I don’t talk about it, but you catch it perfectly.
It will be stunningly beautiful up there right now. Thirty years… I would like to know more.
PS. My father was from Haslingden so I understand 🙂
Commuting from Hebden Bridge to Leeds – beautiful landscape. Ah, a Lancashire lad, eh, not far from Bury, I’ve passed through it many a time 😄
Lovely haiku, leaves me wanting to know more.
Oh, my! So powerful and evocative, Rachael. From the conversation above, it seems to be a poem inspired by current situations. Hope much pleasure and comfort nip any anxiety right in the bud….xxx
Ha. Thank you! Yes indeedy. Two glorious days spent alone pleasing myself 🙂 xxx
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