His presence
among the known faces—
evening fog
A thin fog
hides the wintry moon
rising slowly
Slowly clears
the morning fog
end of the year
Hides the sun
a dense fog in the morning:
waning winter
Stench of burning leaves
mounts with fog in the evening
asthmatic breathing
East faced
yoga in the fog
breathlessness
Shrouded in fog
the lone pomegranate
in the backyard
Wrapped in fog
the flying plane
seen by sound
Feels the shadow
with wet fingers on the beach:
sound through the fog
--R.K.SINGH
4 comments:
This poem stimulates all the senses: touch, sight, sound, smell, feeling, as well as moving through the seasons with its sensations and imagery. This was stimulating to read! Thank you.
Thanks, natalie, for visting my blog and reading the haiku. Your comments fill me with confidence.
R K
I really enjoyed reading these haiku, the many different faces of fog. My favourite I think has to be the pomegranate, partly because it is unexpected, partly because of the contrast between the grey fog and the brightness of the fruit. Thanks for visiting my blog too by the way!
Hi, crafty green poet: thanks for visiting my blog and reading the haiku sequence on fog. I am happy you liked it.
R K
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