I once wrote a poem about my father savoring a tomato sandwich. And his favorite color was yellow, so reading this I immediately saw him (and a goldfinch). Thank you.
Hi Ken,
I’m replying again as in my mind I linked your comment to another poem to which the connection was obscure. But yes, what a lucky moment to feel the presence of your father in a haiku. I’m happy to know that happened. Your reading the tomato sandwich haiku now takes me back to that late summer time when fruits and seeds are ripening and both I and the birds are feasting.
Cheers,
Janice
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I once wrote a poem about my father savoring a tomato sandwich. And his favorite color was yellow, so reading this I immediately saw him (and a goldfinch). Thank you.
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Hi Ken,
I’m replying again as in my mind I linked your comment to another poem to which the connection was obscure. But yes, what a lucky moment to feel the presence of your father in a haiku. I’m happy to know that happened. Your reading the tomato sandwich haiku now takes me back to that late summer time when fruits and seeds are ripening and both I and the birds are feasting.
Cheers,
Janice
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